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I can't tell the difference
Between scars
And stretch marks anymore

I can tell
That my skin
Looks gross

Like a mistake
Someone tried to erase
But forgot they wrote in pen
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BB
No matter how wide I stretch my fingers,
I can't catch all the pain I want to heal.
There's so many people I want to protect,
But I only have one heart and two hands
And I've never been good at juggling.

So, maybe, you can help me hold this net.
We can catch as much hurt as we can.
You're not good at juggling either,
And your eyes are just as wide as mine.
Why not be a two person act?

We'll protect these two beautiful girls,
And we can protect each other too.
We seem strong to them but we know better.
Catching and protecting them from the world,
We're bound to end up with a few bruises.
Before I met you, I only knew you as the alliteration "Beautiful Bassoonist."
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Sarah Kay puts my life into words so much better than I ever could. So here, have my favourite parts of my favourite poem of hers.


"There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

They'll be days like this. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment, and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say, “Thank you.” Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.

And, yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty **** naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

You are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more. Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things, and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you EVER apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing."
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Liar
Stupid
Naïve
Idiot
*****
Worthless
Garbage
Disappointment
Useless
Trash
Pathetic
Weak
****
Oh I'm sorry I thought you were looking for synonyms for Lizzie
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There's a girl
Who's 13 years old
And doesn't know she's beautiful

And this girl
This fragile girl
Is scared of being alone

She's so scared
That she won't let us in
Because she doesn't want to hurt us

This lovely girl
She doesn't realize
That we think she's perfect

Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly human
Perfectly.. Perfect

When she pushes us
Though we will never go away
She sees herself in the same way we did (do?)

Unfixably broken
Completely unwanted
And left for dead on her own

And her porcelain skin
Is plastered with strawberry stains
And she moans on her own in the night

And every morning
The sun rises and the birds sing
And we patch her up and hope she'll be alright

Because we understand
We've had our turns on this ride
We're just hoping the ride ends early

She'll be weak
But we'll hold her hand
As she walks from the coaster
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Why can't you just have recovery?
Relapse scares me.
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The eye of the storm is gone now
Hopefully this time
I don't loose myself in the rubble
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