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Apr 2016
what am I meant to do?
you sit there and scream at me
yell, hit, bite, scratch me
just cause im not the person
you want me to be?

so I cut and dyed my hair
starved myself
cut my wrists and thighs
to make myself prefect!

but that didn't help.
now you ignore me
haunt, tease, bully me
cause im not your perfect girl

truth is I never will be
I don't want to be
but the fact is
I love you
i always have and always will

i just want to be your definition
of perfect, even for one day!
Maddii Lloyd
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Maddii Lloyd  Australia
(Australia)   
308
   gray rain, Wyatt, Star Gazer, SPT and summer
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