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My bones are weak

I think I'm in love

I'm anticipating the coming of my father above

My nose red from the blowing

In a couple more weeks it will be snowing

Each day I realize how much I'm growing

Mentally

Physically; I'm still the same size

Actually I got a lil thicker in my thighs

I'm still suprised from the highs of this life

Today I pealed a orange with a knife

I miss my family

I'm trying to be brave

I'm my own person

Who sometimes to the world becomes a slave

I'm confused about what I should become

I am wondering who is "the one"?

I am happy, satisfied yet sad

I know I'm blessed

But it's not about that

It's about trying to cope with the past

They say your past makes you who you are

But I've also heard to be happy you have to forget the past

So who am I?

Self Discovery  is not a easy task

I feel as though I'm wearing some hideous mask to hide myself from the world

Yet still I am held in it's grasp

It won't let me go

My wrist is red from the tight grip

I feeling as though the floors are wet and in my heels I might slip

Why is body image so important?

When we die our bodies decay

And our soul descends to hopefully a better place

I am trying to get to that better place

In spite of my surroundings

I am me

And these are my current events.