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Dec 2014
one day you will realize
how shaky my hands are
and how I'm always so cold,
how my tight blue jeans don't
fit the same as before.
one day you're going to notice
how often my lips turn blue
and how i'm never hungry.
one day you'll notice how broken
i really am, and you'll give up on
me like the rest of them did.
its not julia
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