Can I still remember
all the things that used to be good and clean?
Faces were the good.
I didn't see a blank one in the mirror everyday.
Necks were good.
I didn't see a space for ending a life.
Tounges were good.
I didn't see a pallet for pills to poison.
Bodies were good.
I didn't see a hateful image.
Arms and legs were good.
I didn't see a canvas for bloody art.
Hearts were good.
I didn't see their broken pieces.
Minds were good, meant for thinking not hating.
I didn't see how different mine was until I couldn't go back.
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Stay beautiful x :) ❤
