The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.

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72. Failure

I tried to be thin, but all that became of me were dead eyes and an empty stomach.

I tried to be beautiful, but all that became of me were yellow teeth and bruised thighs.

I tried to be perfect, but all that became of me were scarred wrists and thinning hair.

I tried to be what you wanted, but all that became of me was disappointment.

 

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