All my life I have been called “fat, worthless, unwanted, ugly, a failure” ect. People wonder why I think so lowly of myself, why I have eating disorders, why I am so insecure. I have been through a lot. People know this yet they still ask me why. Well maybe I should ask you why are you the way you are. Its just frustrating how people can ask how you are doing, you tell them truthfully and they get upset. Its a lose lose situation. I mean I know you care, but its just I wish I weren’t this way. :(


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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “Oh me! Oh life!.. of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless.. of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, Oh me, Oh life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?