-You're Turning Violet, Violet!-
I'm so full
But so empty
Like I'm trying to fill in
The carved out chunks of myself.
The craters that the anxiety leaves
Filled in with bad habits
And pressure
And more anxiety
Stop me before I become like Violet;
The giant blueberry girl inside of me
Is just waiting to inflate.
In hopes that someone will take pity and deflate me.
All that will be left is a blue tinge
And some filled in holes.
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