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Jan 2015
that says 'perfect' anymore
Every time I lay in it, it cuts me to the core
A slice in my brain
A slice in my face
My ***
My thighs
A cut on my tongue for each time I
lie and
lie and
lie

Truth is the word 'fine' doesn't suit
Once everyone else accepts that
Maybe I can attempt to recruit a new standard for myself.

I want to hear that they'll still love me if I fail
Rather than
Don't worry, you'll be fine.

It's easy to make that 'decision'
When it's not your
Heart
Health
Brain
Future
Family
On the line
I love people's belief in me, but tonight I got it from too many sources. Sometimes the fact that they 'know' I'll do great just adds to the pile of people I feel like I can't **** this up because of.
Life's a Beach
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