Being High On The Concept Of Dying


My Bedroom
Buckingham Drive
44° 41' 46.5828" N, 63° 50' 21.7068" W

Do you know what it's like to live every day

Dreading your life in every way?

Fearing you'll never be good enough

The minutes get longer and your life gets tough.


And how about that body of yours

That you hate and everyone else ignores?

The rolls on your stomach and fat on your thighs

But propoganda to what beneath it lies.


A young girl too afraid to be herself

Took a notepad down froom the shelf

Started writing how she really feels

And that the true her is still concealed.


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