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To see myself through anothers eyes anothers diary entries about me to hear that someone loves me deeply but to feel so god **** alone in every sense of the ******* word all i want is to be wanted to look in the mirror and see a lump of clay fat thick and moldable but never quite fitting the way you want it when i want to see a marble slab perfect and smooth rolled under a perfectionists chisel all i want is to be a first choice
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Am I Alive?
To see myself through anothers eyes anothers diary entries about me to hear that someone loves me deeply but to feel so god **** alone in every sense of the ******* word all i want is to be wanted to look in the mirror and see a lump of clay fat thick and moldable but never quite fitting the way you want it when i want to see a marble slab perfect and smooth rolled under a perfectionists chisel all i want is to be a first choice
TELL ME SOMETHING ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
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