I am my only friend.
The rest has all and will all come to an end
If I don't bend to the mold they portray and instead I astray from the role of society I am assigned
but no thanks I'd rather decline that offer thanks though
I guess I would prefer to not have my toes smushed into shoes that points are like daggers that slowly break down your soul
into thinking there is nothing to live for if you look in the mirror and see
one flaw something as small as a pimple even though the answer for that is simple,
but we are told we need to see perfect and there is no such thing as that so I try anyways I suppose the shoes aren't that bad and not having black heads is nice people are starting to get nice and I have friends once more
I have friends
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Falling for myself
PoetryA series of story's and poem of similar to my life. This story's kinda my personal diary, but it's mostly just me trying to learn how to love myself
