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[decadntmelnchly]

staring into the doorknob
acknowledging my willowing reflection
wishing my body matched my fragile mind
she misses her mommy
and the days she had legitimate
reasons for her tears
she remembers the fort her dad
built for her in the backyard
afetr weeks or months it grew
soggy and useless
the symbolism is lost on this distracted girl
sad attempts at regaining her self-worth
litter her days of self-inflicted apathy
and the pinning back of her hair
is again ceremonious
conflicted emotions of love and hate
confuse her to the point of numbness
but at least she can spell
vinegar correctly