and the dignity is turned
all into currency
the money feeds me
I don't need to be in it
but why am I so fragile
i seem to need it
all to feed my insecurity
so I shave off
more and more of my dignity
to temporarily love myself
even though I'm only being used.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a relapse of sending photos, I don't need to do that to feel good about myself--but its so easy to say but hard to believe. I break my own heart trying to 'save' others..
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