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sailor
Drowning in the sea As I see how far you have gotten I watch you sail into the sunset You may come across another storm But for now you are safe and warm You may have a few scratches and leaks But my god do you look beautiful As you rock side to side Stably…
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Naked
If you saw my body You would want to close your eyes Or at least have myself cover The scarred wrists and thighs You would try to ignore it But you wont be able to Because who wants to look at this Cut up flesh Sliced skin Some still healing But some fresh Some are…
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Eating
Why have I still not eaten breakfast at a time where some people would be having lunch? Why do I eat all day when Im stressed or away? Why do I love eating but also love hunger? Taylor
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Love myself
I can’t love someone else I’m not ready Saw something saying otherwise Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you No Others love me and I just don’t Others see this beauty somewhere in me That I just can’t find And I am trying everyday But I just can’t understand how the…
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I will be good
I’ll be good, one day. I won’t need to call you in tears crying about all the wasted years and how they were all for nothing. I won’t need to stack up the pills, or make sure there’s always something, pointy or sharp. I’ll be good, good enough to be able to laugh and not…
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Glamourise
Sorry for making it sound beautiful I know its not something to be proud of But its part of me So I will write it in imagery Like the roses pouring out of my skin Or the thought of me drifting into the starless night The endless sky I’m not trying to glamourise it But…
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Sorry
I’m sorry for hurting you Just because I had to doesn’t mean its not true I needed to put myself first But the pain was put through you I had to let you go So I could grow I’m sorry… but Maybe you should try it too Taylor
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are you okay?
I’m sick of being asked how I am in social situations or casual conversations. I’m not going to lightly tell you how I was awake until dawn, in fact I actually haven’t slept, or how many pills I stole and have kept. I’m not going to ‘chat’ about the new cuts that you can’t see,…
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sea drown sky fall car crash pills down ignore call life smash. Taylor
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