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The thing about me is that I write what I feel with so much positivity Only to ruin my wrists again after a year The thing about me is that I type texts And I smile across the table to make sure someone eats With that I shake my head saying that "I have no appetite" The thing about me is that I love to run I run and run, past trees, past people All in all, I run away from myself. The mirror behind the 4th door down from my living room The thing about me is that I desire to be loved Praying to God each day for him Yet when he comes, I'll break up with him within a day The thing about me is that I am every way of the word Conflicted I want to be alive yet I want to wave from above
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
Conflicted
The thing about me is that I write what I feel with so much positivity Only to ruin my wrists again after a year The thing about me is that I type texts And I smile across the table to make sure someone eats With that I shake my head saying that "I have no appetite" The thing about me is that I love to run I run and run, past trees, past people All in all, I run away from myself. The mirror behind the 4th door down from my living room The thing about me is that I desire to be loved Praying to God each day for him Yet when he comes, I'll break up with him within a day The thing about me is that I am every way of the word Conflicted I want to be alive yet I want to wave from above
cosmicpolitans
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
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