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My bra's don't fit right anymore My hair is too long and too short I don't know what I keep it for My eyes are tired at the sight but sleep seems impossible My lips are cracked the skin is dry My fingernails are peeling the feeling is unnerving My body feels too big like I lacked the right to be myself My ego is too big for the self-esteem I posses My friendships I've kept don't seem to last My hole I continuously dig has been filled at last
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Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:06 AM UTC
The ode of self-pity
My bra's don't fit right anymore My hair is too long and too short I don't know what I keep it for My eyes are tired at the sight but sleep seems impossible My lips are cracked the skin is dry My fingernails are peeling the feeling is unnerving My body feels too big like I lacked the right to be myself My ego is too big for the self-esteem I posses My friendships I've kept don't seem to last My hole I continuously dig has been filled at last
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Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:06 AM UTC
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