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The letter
I wake up every morning,
In a perfect world Nobody would hide Behind veils of emotion Or veils of nonemotion. In a perfect world Nobody would hide Behind petty filters In pictures. In a perfect world
I am who i am so why shoud do ifeel the need to change? but i do, i do an it is truely lame.   i spend countless hours obsessin over small thngs, like:what about when summers over?
My hair, the color of straw Compared to others it seems very blah I am not who they think I need to want to be But do I need to care what they think I should think that I need My body is curved and round
Every day I fail The end looks better and better   If only I could mail All my problems away   Release a single breath And be freed of all my sorrow   Pop a meager bubble
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