Pretty girls, comparing myself, I dread,
Pretty skinny girls and their paper doll thin legs,
Pretty skeletal girls, you question if they're fed,
Pretty dying girls, oh-so pretty they wound up dead.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
