Poems from EmilySmall17

How can I be okay with me? My body is too big to match my dreams How can I be okay with me? I’m not as good as I once was No matter what he...
Is it like sandpaper? Like sandpaper being dragged across your head?   Is it like getting a warm hug? Like getting a warm hug from the...
With my final breath, I welcome in death.
I don’t believe in it. That place beyond what we have seen. The place where I could have said I’ve been.   I don’t believe in it. That...
Sex. That's all I am to you. To have as you like All day and all night. Until your pleasure is through.   Breasts. That's all you want...

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