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p e r f e c t i o n

i am never

satisfied

with myself,

always reaching

for perfection

knowing it's a glass

of addiction

i won't be able

to stop drinking from,

and i ache for the burn

it sends flaming

down my throat

and in my chest,

hoping it'll set fire

to the mess

i am,

yet my heart

is set on this constant

thrum

of "stop stop stop"

telling me

i'll soon be 

blankly staring

into the bottom

of this bottle,

lost and emptier

than its contents,

and i'll see

a distorted reflection

of a girl,

of the monster

i morphed into

just to fit inside the

clear-cut crystal lines

of perfection,

to be the right person

for the wrong people,

pulling on

and tugging off

personas 

like hats,

and i feel

like a dog

doing tricks

just for scraps,

and i'm losing myself

to this 

addicting madness

that is 

perfection,

this wanting

of being

wanted

or at least

accepted

ahahaha what is thissss—i'll make it flow better some other time i guess. but rn i kind of need sleep. . . well if i'm able to sleep. i always stay up longer than i should.

REMINDER: SLEEP IS IMPORTANT EVERYONE!!!

have a great day/night<3

love,

mari