Poem by Taylor


angeles

there are good days and bad days.
most days are bad.


sometimes it feels like i'm fighting a losing battle.

i see all these other guys' dreams coming true...without any idea if mine ever will

i hate my physical self .

and no, i dont want to talk about it.

i dont even know what i want anymore

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