I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
Body
My body
the one I don't really like anymore
maybe I use to like her
when I was younger and no one really cared
if you had stomach fat or things that jiggled or a flat nose
I’m not really sure
What being in college even means.
Because every morning I wake up and brush my teeth,
Head to the dining hall,
My roomate and friends by my side.
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