What's happening
To me I am not the person I used to be I have
realized
What I do some people beg you to hate yourself because no one is perfect some people
Beg you
To love yourself because sadness is a sin
I have him
I watch the children play now I watch and do not listen
Do not listen to the wind do not listen to your mother
do not,
do curl,
up in arms underwater ask no questions
tell, dance on stage naked you never learned the steps laugh loud enough they will look past your spotlight self,
or so I hope.
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