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My jaw is too far back My hair is falling out Or turning gray I can’t grow muscles I’ll just grow a belly I can’t have ****** hair I debate if this is mental illness Can illness be self aware? Is it an excuse for being me Without free will, What is this? Fucksticles! ***** that hang from the windowsill And fall to a vaginal mole hill You will be what you are Or… You won’t… The **** do I know?
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Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC
The weight of a reflection
My jaw is too far back My hair is falling out Or turning gray I can’t grow muscles I’ll just grow a belly I can’t have ****** hair I debate if this is mental illness Can illness be self aware? Is it an excuse for being me Without free will, What is this? Fucksticles! ***** that hang from the windowsill And fall to a vaginal mole hill You will be what you are Or… You won’t… The **** do I know?
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Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC
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