 A Terrible Time of Things
It’s a terrible time of things.
My body feels foreign,
Escaping my attempts to coddle it back,
To its intended state.
This wasn’t meant to be.
At 25, beady eyes staring back,
With only an ounce of hope left.
I was beautiful.
It's a terrible time of things,
When you dont want to fight.
And flight just isn't an option.
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