Lost Sleep and Dead Weight

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I'm told my scars are beautiful
The aesthetic tears in my skin
I think a brown paper bag would be more suitable
My entire body feels like a sin

Red and purple decorate my thighs and chest
Pink and white cover my arms
I used to be satisfied with the pills I take to rest
Now the orange bottle has lost its charm

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