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Nov 2017
your scars are not beautiful
nobody is going to kiss your cuts
and you are not a tiger
whose earned their stripes

nor are you desirable
for the gap between your legs
or for your ribs
trying to escape your chest

nobody wants to see your bones
you are not strong
and you are not a hero
for going days without eating

feeling empty is not romantic
nobody is coming to save you

nobody else can fix you.
stop glorifying mental illness.
celeste
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celeste  19/F/seattle
(19/F/seattle)   
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