Ruins I traveled a million miles, Visited Paris, Rome, Amsterdam, Pretty much everywhere in Europe, the States. Had the French boyfriend with long golden locks, and dreamy green eyes; Had a GBF-had two. I had it all, all a clichéd social outcast wishes. I went to art school, *Culinary* arts was my major, And anorexia the curator. What's left of my starved brain cells was enough for straight A's. My #depression enough for saying; "Don't kill yourself, you're barely alive." I'm a person who "writes letters", Who "makes art for others" I'm not a doctor, not even a student. But believe me I wouldn't do you harm, If you stayed a while. I'm just a little sad, you're now just another name on top of the letter pile.
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