i wake up once again today,
my brain goes fuzzy.
i lie there for hours,
it only passes a few seconds.
my self esteem plummets
as i realize that i am still in this body.
the agonizing beauty of not being beautiful,
is waking up everyday-
wishing you could unzip out of yourself.
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stars • poetry
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...
