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Poetry

Poems that I've written over my journey through self-hate Some might be triggering, so be warned.

#9

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by aazuree

by aazuree

when will i fit in?

when will i stop feeling like all the extra lego pieces

waiting to be chosen

i'm always second choice, not not a choice at all

it's either used, or ignored

i am a missing sock

waiting to be found

or maybe i'm the other sock

looking for its pair

because no one will

find me.

choose me.