ANGST .

STARTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A POEM IS BETTER THAN NOT STARTING AT ALL. 

RUB YOUR EYES. FUCK UP THE EYELINER AGAIN. FORGET YOU’RE WEARING IT UNTIL YOU SEE IT SMUDGED ON YOUR FINGERS. WIPE IT ON YOUR JEANS AND HOPE NOBODY LOOKS TOO CLOSE. 

YOUR JEANS ARE TOO TIGHT ANYWAY. YOU’RE TOO FAT FOR YOUR JEANS- HOW DOES THAT FEEL? 

WHY ARE YOU HESITATING? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO LOSE? 

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