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Jun 2014
I do not know how to cope
I've never felt uglier than in this moment
never ever ever want to feel this again
im picking at scabs
and the blood is giving me colour
making me vibrant

im not crazy nonono

this song makes me twist and turn
I must be hearing it in my sleep
I wake up s-s-s-shivering
I kick away warmth and leave it on the floor

ssshh shhh it's ok it's ok
lots of worse things have happened
just go to sleep
it's alright

just don't let them win
do not
do not let them win
w i n

im spilling tears down my shirt
im feeling stringy and bloated
im feeling worn down
I do not know how to cope
this a dumb poem i wrote for a very very dumb reason
Written by
olive  20/mtl
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