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I spend a lot of time Trying to make myself Smaller To shrink myself down So I take up the least space Possible I spend a lot of time Wishing I could Trim down Sharpen my soft edges Harden my shape I would rather be someone's rock Strong and safe Than their pillow With loose ends and a soft center It's impossible to allow someone To trace my softness When I recoil where their fingers Graze my skin I can only imagine what they think Of my weakness It's impossible to live in this body That I feel unsafe in A fear I'm constantly aware of Judgment from all angles It's impossible to escape I can't hide from this hatred My being, my mind Controlling the image of My self, my body My mind is sharp but my body is soft There's no question as to who Will give in
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
shrinking
I spend a lot of time Trying to make myself Smaller To shrink myself down So I take up the least space Possible I spend a lot of time Wishing I could Trim down Sharpen my soft edges Harden my shape I would rather be someone's rock Strong and safe Than their pillow With loose ends and a soft center It's impossible to allow someone To trace my softness When I recoil where their fingers Graze my skin I can only imagine what they think Of my weakness It's impossible to live in this body That I feel unsafe in A fear I'm constantly aware of Judgment from all angles It's impossible to escape I can't hide from this hatred My being, my mind Controlling the image of My self, my body My mind is sharp but my body is soft There's no question as to who Will give in
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
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