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Words talked over, my voice inside my head
Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead
Anxiety, told me the biggest lies
Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries
Every mistake, piled up on my chest
Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest
The attention, self-esteem took hold of
It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love. 


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