Oh I don’t want to hear about it. About the way I shrunk into myself. How the little girl I was trie
Oh I don’t want to hear about it. About the way I shrunk into myself. How the little girl I was tried disappearing. Wanted to be nothing but the more I became. Don’t remind me of the hospital halls, the twig-like legs. And the way my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I don’t remember. Still know it all too well. -- source link
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