There’s two people living in one small room From your two half-families tearing at you Two ways to tell the story (no one worries) Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry Two people talking inside your brain Two people believing that I’m the one to blame Two different voices coming out of your mouth While I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout
Dear fat girls wearing crop tops: please. Continue. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. You’re so fucking cute!!! You look absolutely fabulous, if I might add, and your self worth isn’t determined on how men see you.