a/n: I just got burnt for the third time in the past year and injuried for like the 50th time this year. 8th grade year isn't working out for me and injuries. This poem is about the pain of having all of these injuires.
Song in the side unrelated
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Wraps
Slings
And anything else
Those are my enemies
I hate those little things
They get in the way
They make ask question
But worse of all
They bring the pain
They remind me
"Hey, Lily
You're injuried
You're not 100%
You're broken
You're nothing"
Well, I say
BLEHHH
I don't like you
And I don't say that a lot
You're really mean
And your a bully
Stop ruining my life
How about we go a week
Without you literally on my wrist
I hate you
And I'm not emo
:P
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a:/n: I'll explain why I said "And I'm not emo."
Basically, I burned myself with the Salt and Ice Challenge, and it's bad enough that I can't even bend my wrist. The SaIC actually feels good but I don't do it out of the enjoyment of pain. I do it for the challenge. And I've been called emo for it. So yeah.
I'll also take this opportunity to say that I won't be able to write for a while until I get better. Even writing this is hurting me and it's hard to type. So fair winds for now. Love you all. Lily
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