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I choose the lonely puppy cowering in the corner I adopt the shivering stray I carry the wolf collapsed on the road I eat stale bread burnt gluten free waffles straight grapefruit juice cinnamon on the tongue pickle juice and spicy foods that produce tears I sit in the snow in shorts and tank I leave the curler in my hair too long burning my stale hair always I wash my hands until they bleed I eat until I'm sick I scream until my throat is raw I wash myself under scolding water that leaves my back acne ridden itchy and tomato red I sleep until I'm disoriented and sick then I sleep some more I cry rivers-                  never just one tear I dare not speak a word on my mind I dare not speak the truth homework pages blank no strength to go to school I dress too plain or too crazy too bulky or too tight playing Jenga with responsibilities and never winning drowning in being alive but not really trying to swim. I do everything too much, or not at all compensating                             for                                      a                                               million                                                                    different                                                                                                  things.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
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I choose the lonely puppy cowering in the corner I adopt the shivering stray I carry the wolf collapsed on the road I eat stale bread burnt gluten free waffles straight grapefruit juice cinnamon on the tongue pickle juice and spicy foods that produce tears I sit in the snow in shorts and tank I leave the curler in my hair too long burning my stale hair always I wash my hands until they bleed I eat until I'm sick I scream until my throat is raw I wash myself under scolding water that leaves my back acne ridden itchy and tomato red I sleep until I'm disoriented and sick then I sleep some more I cry rivers-                  never just one tear I dare not speak a word on my mind I dare not speak the truth homework pages blank no strength to go to school I dress too plain or too crazy too bulky or too tight playing Jenga with responsibilities and never winning drowning in being alive but not really trying to swim. I do everything too much, or not at all compensating                             for                                      a                                               million                                                                    different                                                                                                  things.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
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