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Feel the hand in my hair 
And an inescapable rhythm 
In a cruel pull and strong grip 
Holding me back 
Hands on my back 
It burns like I’m being torn open 
More than pain I love the violence 

I am a skinny girl 
My bones poke out like knifes 
But still my stomach gorges out 
No matter what I do 
The wings 
Of my ilums stick 
Out 
Big in all the wrong places 
My shoulders span a length 
As if my head is balanced 
On the tail of a mermaid 
Flipped upside down 
I want to run away 

I’m just trying to get high 
But no one will help a girl out 
And I don’t have bookshelves in my new room yet
So I pile them up around like towers where I used to live



































Three years on top of that hill