this body
i can crack the mirror in a blink of an eye
no blood, i wonder how i changed it
so quickly, i wish i had time
this hair, it isn’t mine,
this eye, it isn’t mine,
this body, i wish it wasn’t mine
i looked so different once i fell
i’d set unethical expectation for myself
i remember love to be something devoted to i
the mid breeze freezes me
i know time to be off and on,
i just want to know why i was gone so early
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