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One thing I’ve struggled with since I was young Is the ability to hold my own tongue Always struggled to keep my thoughts inside my head The difficulties to feel beautiful in someone’s bed When the mirror is giving me a distorted view And my skin becomes a whiter hue I realise I’m spiralling again And it gives me a migraine There were times I could control my emotions And others I have cried an ocean But with growing up in a world you don’t feel a part of You struggle to handle the notion of self love When your worst nightmare is no longer if you’re a winner But instead a hall full of mirrors You know something is wrong And you never found a way to call your body home You convinced yourself that you’re good enough But those thoughts will always be more tough You put up your walls so often You’re going to end up in a coffin

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