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Eve Before the Birth
The dreaded eve before my birth and my world is going out of control as I approach the anniversary of my death....
The parents fight, the dog just went blind, someone might be knocked up, and I'm sitting in my new dress waiting to disappear.
These ghosts in my pantry just want a bite to eat and I feed them even though I'm starving myself to look pretty. Because skinny is pretty and beauty is everything. I want to be pretty in my dress. I'm crying. I feel fucked. I need to get fucked up. Fuck.
The parents fight, the dog just went blind, someone might be knocked up, and I'm sitting in my new dress waiting to disappear.
These ghosts in my pantry just want a bite to eat and I feed them even though I'm starving myself to look pretty. Because skinny is pretty and beauty is everything. I want to be pretty in my dress. I'm crying. I feel fucked. I need to get fucked up. Fuck.
Published 26th Jun 2014
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26th Jun 2014 5:55am
And I wish I didn't have to wait 8 fucking hours and 37 fucking minutes because my brain doesn't work unless I write it on here. Paper is useless to me now and sharing my poetry with the outside world makes me feel not so fucking alone.
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