04/01/2022 - 21:51
i hug myself
i can feel my ribs
my arms
my lungs
i have no muscle
i am nothing but skin and rotting bone
the mirror that looks at me makes me
cry
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poems about being disabled
Poetry[trigger warning for body horror, substance use, derealization/depersonalization, and graphic descriptions of disability. please proceed with caution] title says it all. please be respectful of my experience as a disabled teen. love you <3
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04/01/2022 - 21:51
i hug myself
i can feel my ribs
my arms
my lungs
i have no muscle
i am nothing but skin and rotting bone
the mirror that looks at me makes me
cry
