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Something is wrong with my bodyI will yet, even still,work myself to the bonefor those I love.Three course dinners, housework, child work,pet work, em..
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i've missed you, dear readers.
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A Story by Riley
These are about my struggles in adolescence. They are not pretty, and may be potentially triggering. It's also not meant to be a smooth flowing write...
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You may be big
But you are not less
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What were you wearing?
You should've given what he wanted
There's no way he would've done that
You're a liar
You're a liar
You're a liar
That's ..
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Look in the bottom of the glass, drown in the selfish need to forget.
Cry me a river to float yourself down to the edge of where you'll crash and b..
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In the way your heart mimics
the breaths fogging our minds like clouds with smoke,
we find our way lost
in a whole other part of fear;
ignitin..
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Are we in love
Or do we lay in lies
I can’t see my hand in my face
Everything is anything but
I don’t want to close my eyes
And ..
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Every squeeze
On my wrist
Bullet to the chest
Every justification
Any one could mumble
It’s just a phase.
Right?
Every yell
Curse
Sc..
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As if a scalpel has gotten under my skin
Pry me open for your entertainment,
A crack into reality and down to ribs
Ligaments and tendons holding me..
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