I am here, I write, to feel.

I bought a pill, a pill with my anorexic friend, two anorexics together.

I sit here, on a bed, not my own, across my own.

I am here, I write, to feel.

I pretend, pretend to rhyme, wish this was a better poem.

I wish I could spin words together to make your heart sing.

I wish this made more sense, but here I am.

95 followers, a few friends.

I am here, I write, to feel. 

 

 

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