sometimes myself;
my body,
is too much
i want to slice it and burn it
i want to starve it and abuse it
why? you may ask
because i
h a t e i t
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Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
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sometimes myself;
my body,
is too much
i want to slice it and burn it
i want to starve it and abuse it
why? you may ask
because i
h a t e i t
