it is the revibe and flow
found here in your hands that calls me to shadow memory.
my love... lover... lovely.
i am bent and broken to you forced to tell all...
and now i can not.
living in this shadow.
i too have become the lier.
i too will live in disknown.
for ever i would run and lay in your feilds.
not all things can be healed in your issued word.
to give up the box, was but a snall gesture.
to return to consuming correct,
i can not.
i am not strong enough.
my body ugly and scared.
i can never be so perfect for you.
for him...
for my self.
what worthless skin i lay in.
and i see a form so close to perfection...
ill never be like that.
ill never be beautuful. it hurts ne to look.
im sorry i cant tell you.
im lonely i cant tell anyone hiw much i die inside over this.
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