not another one
think about how those will look when
you are older
if my body must carry
these scars
of my youth
and will be marked
by age why
can I not choose
what reminders
I carry why
can I not choose
art
– my body is a canvas and I will be the painter
Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around. View more posts
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