Even as the sun sets to end the light of day, I know that it is rising on a new horizon somewhere far away. Even as my day seems darker for the loss of those we miss I know your day is dawning in a brighter world than this. Even as I sit here and cry over you I know your laughing and happy no longer feeling pain. Even if I want you back I know you're happier wherever you may be. And that no matter what I say or wish I know you're better off as an angel.
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Here I Stand
Here I stand. A shadow of my original body. I decided to listen when I was called fat. And now I am all skin and bones. I am dying. I refuse to gain weight and I refuse to listen to people. Cause here I stand to show what this world does to a normal, healthy person. And I stand here no longer healthy. All my bones showing. I’m always cold and I know my organs are shutting down. This is me and I will change. Cause fat is healthy. Skinny doesn’t show how healthy you are. You need the fat to protect you. And I will show it no matter what people call me. Cause here I stand.
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