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i can barely hold my head up

as it hangs over the trashcan

i wonder how it got this bad

and why you're still here

when you could be there

i became that girl i hate

which i thought i'd never do

as i squint through tear-filled eyes

i can barely make out the difference

between me

and me

my hair is stringy, has throwup in it

it's on my jeans, my shirt, your bed

i guess i never wanted you to see me this way

puking, crying, smelly, vulnerable

and change your mind