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Jul 2015
I'm so ugly... but I really miss who I used to be.

I miss my clear lungs, not the ones that are presently black and filled with cigarette smoke.

I miss my clean wrists, not the ones that are now filled with tally marks.

I miss my mind that was once cleanly open minded and free to the world around me, not the one that now sees into 4th dimensions with drugs that are ******* me up.

I miss my fat thighs, not the ones that are still fat, but that now have countless scars across them.

I just really miss who I used to be.
Why am I always feeling like this?
Secret Poet
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