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Oct 2018
Who is to say
that I will ever be happy
Like shedding pounds
and downsizing gowns
is the secret thats been kept from me all along.
Like eating air
and taking care
of my hair
is important.

And yeah, I know I'm destroying myself.
And I know that if I get where i wanna be,
I probably still won't be happy.

But at least let me deceive you into thinking
that I actually believe the opposite,
cos it's easy to lie to myself
It's harder to lie to you.
Written by
Dev  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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       ---, Jen, Myrrdin, Micrography-Mike D, Nyx and 3 others
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