Body issues
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The sky was black and gloomy,
clouds drifting in and out of my line of sight from the window pane.
The rain would come soon, nothing for help me again.
When I looked into the mirror on this cold and miserable day,
The mirror cries long tears to the bus station
Her feet draw their mottled shapes on the
Pavement
It is wet and cold.
In my mouth, there lies elegant blood
I would rather drown in makeup and my own tears before you called me ugly again.
I would rather face my own fears before you made new ones in my head again.
I would rather sleep alone before you laid cold in my bed again.
It's difficult to walk away from sunflowers,With their adoration and life spreadSo neatly across their features.But you do. Because, that adoration isn't for you.
Those who said that teenage years would be memorable didnt think for those who cant even be happy anymore.
They didnt think about the new generation .
