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I'm not the same girl I used to be.
I barely even recognize the face in the mirror staring back at me.
I used to walk with my head held high.
Not a worry in the world, all seemed right.
I always had a genuine smile,
And a laugh so loud.
I used to stand out, a unique gem in the crowd.
Before I could sleep peacefully through a night.
Dreaming sweet dreams, never waking in fright.
Then somewhere along the road,
I must have taken a wrong turn.
For how I live now is nothing my heart yearns.
No longer is my head held high,
My eyes point towards the ground holding back tears to be cried.
Instead of never worrying, I flinch at every sound.
I constantly wonder how much longer people will stick around.
The smile that used to shine so bright, I only do it now to please people.
It fades away every night.
My laugh used to fill an entire room,
Now I drain my energy trying to act like I'm amused.
I never used to cry myself to sleep.
Clutching my pillow saying  
Why me
Now every night my sleep is interrupted,
Unpleasant dreams that leave me horrified, confused, and even disgusted.

Things never used to be the way the are now.
A series of events has turned my life upside down.
The thought of death used to make me scarred...
But now,
I couldn't be more ready and prepared.
Too often
I find myself
Singing your song
And forgetting
The lyrics
To mine
Warm bodies
Pressed up against
Cold hands
Cool summer nights
With your back against the window
The street lights can see you as well as I can
We are not in love
But lust will do
On a cool summer night
With your warm body
Heating my cold hands
"where are you?"

and by the way, "i've been"

the hour of a girl

(often to kiss the shoulders of mountainS"

leeeepinG"
I have analyzed every one of my
mom's laughs
and divided them into lists of
the ones that make me the most
anxious and the
ones that make me feel the happiest
and even the ones that make me
want to cry
I need lonesome

so far today I have drank pop and
watched TV
and those are two things I don't do
ever
my grandma is lashing out at me
because she's scared
I think it's because she doesn't know
how to exist alone
and she's afraid of being alone
and being forgotten

I'm glad I make my own kind of
happiness by myself
I think more people
should know how to do this
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