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Apr 2013
"There's nothing wrong with you!" said a smile to a frown,
who was desperately try to turn things around,
but the frown was only itself, it could not change,
its mouth piece could not be re-arranged.

"Everything is in your head!" assured a friend to a dead end,
who could not even hope to comprehend,
the problems bundled up at the u-turn,
unable to get better, or how to learn.

"You are the one who wants to ruin my mood!" mumbled a negative to a negative,
but there cannot be a double, so one needs a sedative,
before the collision sparks and collides,
leaving one to suffer, trying to survive.

"You are far too beautiful to be doing this to yourself." whispered a demon to a lost soul,
who didn't realize they cause most of the pain and lack of happiness whole,
who didn't recognize the compliments would sound like lies,
as that is the true nature of them anyway.
Written by
Heath Leonard  20/Agender/USA
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