Telling secrets isnt easy but with you, my words are imbeded onto your lined paper, trappped.
so my body's secret is hatred. hating my body is what made me. eight mile runs still burn my legs and leave my lungs gasping for air. and they say working out relieves your stress.
who are they kidding?
I lose more by staring...
who im dying to be.
what does it cost to watch your mother whimper at the end .....
what does it cost
what does it cost
what does it cost when you're dying to be someone?
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