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Lemon Meringue Cookies. #madewithloveandhashoil
Melancholy makes me itch. I grow my own pain–can’t point no fingers. My indecisiveness With impulses is a bad mix And makes life implosive. I pick flowers before they sprout because When I see beauty I want it In my hand. I love my ex boyfriend, But broke up with him. We face timed for the last time And said our goodbyes: I Initiated the split but cried before My work shift. Melancholy makes me water Plants with sweat and cry at the gym. I shiver at the sight of my hallucination Of him. He smiles, and tickles, And I reach out to grab him– Can’t pick just a bud.
Melancholy makes me itch. I grow my own pain--can't point no fingers. My indecisiveness With impulses is a bad mix And makes life implosive. I pick flowers before they sprout because When I see beauty I want it In my hand. I love my ex boyfriend, But broke up with him. We face timed for the last time And said our goodbyes: I Initiated the split but cried before My work shift. Melancholy makes me water Plants with sweat and cry at the gym. I shiver at the sight of my hallucination Of him. He smiles, and tickles, And I reach out to grab him-- Can't pick just a bud.
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I’m scared. I feel crippled by my anxiety, sometimes. Sometimes I’m even scared to fall asleep, as weird as that sounds. I don’t know what’s causing this and I want out, now. I’m no longer the pretty girl I used to be. I don’t like the way I look. Some days I hate my body. Most days I hate my hair. Everyday I hate my skin.
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