I feel weak, that everything would be in my grasp, only if I just pushed just that much harder. I think I'm scared to, scared that I'll just give up again. I gave up recovering, twice. Only cause it wasn't what I thought it would be. And the only reason I attempted the first time, was cause I was failing at being thin. har har, right?
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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