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I see less and less of you each day At least that's what you told me last time you weighed I notice your scapula prickling through a shirt I can't tell you otherwise even if it does hurt Because telling you I'm suffering would make you feel less I can't completely understand, it's only my guess That your smile is a disguise, it's your precious defense If I could only sneak into your mind and teach you some sense But no word I could utter would be new or unique All I can do is sit here and wipe tears from your cheek Just hug you tight in our tilt-a-world ride Because everyone needs a friend by their side I'm scared you won't change, you can't bring yourself to I can see the way it's ripped apart and mortified you Your body is scarily shrinking, striking and dissipating And all I can do to help change is sit here waiting They say that life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death But you seem to live it, grasp its size and its breadth I wish you could see your worth in another's eyes It's your humor, your vibrance, but never your size
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Life is a Banquet
I see less and less of you each day At least that's what you told me last time you weighed I notice your scapula prickling through a shirt I can't tell you otherwise even if it does hurt Because telling you I'm suffering would make you feel less I can't completely understand, it's only my guess That your smile is a disguise, it's your precious defense If I could only sneak into your mind and teach you some sense But no word I could utter would be new or unique All I can do is sit here and wipe tears from your cheek Just hug you tight in our tilt-a-world ride Because everyone needs a friend by their side I'm scared you won't change, you can't bring yourself to I can see the way it's ripped apart and mortified you Your body is scarily shrinking, striking and dissipating And all I can do to help change is sit here waiting They say that life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death But you seem to live it, grasp its size and its breadth I wish you could see your worth in another's eyes It's your humor, your vibrance, but never your size
We can never make others change unless they want to.
kareena
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
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