A girl who's not anxious not,
on every tattered bit of pot,
can't exist dear ,
depression is what we are always so near.
Appearance is what we least care,
fret over everything here and there,
Halloween is where we can go straight,
still we are anxious over the incident on that date.
either we glutton or we fast,
remembering the bad things to the last,
hair receding,
once sweet little tummy increasing,
but babes who cares about it,
(the bad things,)our mind won't notice life without it.
parks and pranks we forget all,
with the bad things our interests fall,
as if whole life would be better,
if that bad incident could be tether.
our body needs our love no matter what,
But we care babes only somewhat,
people and situations are always passing and secondary,
but we sacrifice for them very...
©sidmaria
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