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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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Notice
I didn’t notice you drying your eyes Wiping your face and giving a smile I didn’t notice the way you started to dress As though it was always winter Never wore less Than long sleeves, full trousers Im sorry I didn’t notice I didn’t notice the scars The bags under your eyes I didn’t notice…
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Home
I cant move out, it was a trap all along Once you call it your home you never want to leave You don’t want to pack up all your baggage You won’t let yourself repaint all the walls Trying to cover where you’ve picked and scratched it all off I don’t want to leave this…
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the good about the bad
I was born with this privilege Of feeling like shit But being able to just about deal with it To understand other people because of what I’ve been through The battle is tough but I will not lose Because if I win, the greatest prize will be to put a smile on everyone without any…
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Poetry by Taylor 