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Nov 2019
My brain is wired this way,
obsessed with everything other than 
what it ¨should¨ be
With being small enough that if I breathe
my skin may start to bleed from
the aching bones inside of me.
The obsession with being perfect
or to be anyone,
other than me.
Written by
Chloe Haas
468
     Max Neumann, Wilbur and Carlo C Gomez
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