Your Pretty Life
By Becky Finnegan
going through your things all I think of was how you made me feel. like a discarded toy left to rot. you're too pretty to be in the dirt, like a piece of sun in the mud. you only talk to me
when you want to feel good because you you only call when.... you once told me I
was real. your pretty life makes me sick. because you'll never be as ugly as me. |
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