another year another disorder

today marks the day that my mistakes make me bleed.

i know, i know, the confessions feed.

this pressure makes me fear the world

"be pretty, nails painted, hair curled"

i cant help but stop and say that all ends today..

soon ill  small, muscles lean,

hello, 2014

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