Oh, oh, stick it down your throat. I'm watching from the bathroom making sure I don't choke from the words you spoke when you're screaming at the mirror. Now you're sitting in the cafeteria shoving clementines and orange bacteria down your throat a dozen times or near and fooling those around of your bulimia. You turn oranges to orange juice. Enter there then spit it out of you. Your body is imperfectly perfect. Everyone wants what the other one's working. No orange juice. Oh, oh, I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet. That's what happens when you stuff it. Please say that you won't continue ordering oranges off the menu. Stuffing up your mouth with t-t-tissue. The way you look is not an issue. I wish I could give you my set of eyes because I know your eyes ain't working. I wish I could tell you that you're fine, but I know you'll find that disconcerting. You turn oranges to orange juice. Enter there then spit it out of you. Your body is imperfectly perfect. Everyone wants what the other one's working. No orange juice!
//originally made by Melanie Martinez
//word count 197 words
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Short Stories/Song Lyrics
Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
