and uninformed about whats happening or whats going to happen
put in the sense that we are all
like alice
alice in wonderland
skinny loves and thoughts
skinny ankles and wrists
with 100 stories to tell
but no where to go
you make your self to be the person you accept
but we still manage to never figure out
who we are
like a fractured bone not broken
a twisted painting but perfectly painted
a paper cut that cuts deep but manages to stay sweet
so imperfect
so demented
so sore
yet so clean
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