I feel as though my body is at war against me,
even the multitudes of tiny white blood cells,
have formed an passionate rage against me,
falling ill, feeling weak, and my mind,
constantly swirling the want for perfection,
like a sip of wine in your mouth,
until its swallowed, then chugged and you're
drunk
with theses ideal ideals about being
everything you aren't
because I, me, who I am
is bad.
And even when I change everything aboue I, me, who I am...
it is still bad
It never stops..thats the problem..
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