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They walk in line with their heads down; I see my mother in a black gown My father beside her, a tear in his eye, And I watch from above the heavy sky The procession is slow They pass by the coffin with woe A sort of lethargy, An unutterable melancholy Had descended upon me When Ana heard my plea But I was no longer alone Once she sat me upon her throne With every failing breath I grew stronger And restricted much longer The pain which I had held inside The love which I felt denied As bones protruded from skin A confidence grew within But lower was never enough And hiding from the world was tough The numbers went down Still imperfection made me frown And bit by bit, my flesh decayed The light began to fade No matter what I paid No matter what I weighed
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
My Funeral
They walk in line with their heads down; I see my mother in a black gown My father beside her, a tear in his eye, And I watch from above the heavy sky The procession is slow They pass by the coffin with woe A sort of lethargy, An unutterable melancholy Had descended upon me When Ana heard my plea But I was no longer alone Once she sat me upon her throne With every failing breath I grew stronger And restricted much longer The pain which I had held inside The love which I felt denied As bones protruded from skin A confidence grew within But lower was never enough And hiding from the world was tough The numbers went down Still imperfection made me frown And bit by bit, my flesh decayed The light began to fade No matter what I paid No matter what I weighed
julia-mia
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
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