dear oliver,
you make me so
sad yet so happy.
you make me want
to smile at the mirror,
love the reflection i
see and hopefully,
get you to fall in
love with that
reflection. but you
don't because i'm
disgusting. i can't
do anything right in this
world. i'm sad now, oliver.
because i will never
compare to the other
girls. you know, the ones
who are able to walk
inside a store without
looking around, scared
if anyone from their
school will notice
them at the size large
aisle.
i'm afraid that one
day, this weight will
crush me into two.
and then i'll truly
be dead because
i'm just a walking
dead corpse, oliver.
quinn
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
