Short Poems

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I told myself that I'd be happy if I was thinner and my hair was longer.

Well, I'm thinner and my hair is longer, but still I am not happy.

I tell myself now that if I was prettier
and taller, then I would be happy.

But the truth is, even if I get prettier, even if I get taller, my soul will still be broken
and my heart will still be empty.

- j.s.m