The days when my skin won’t fit
Its one of those weird, floaty days, When nothing feels right, When my arms feel like a costume, They hang loose, not tight, When this body of meat i wear, Drags heavy, not light, And I’m looking out another’s eyes, This isn’t my sight. I hate feeling big, bull in shop, my skull rattles round, I wish the sloshing … Continue reading The days when my skin won’t fit
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