Flaws, I hate the way I hold my body. I hate the way people look at me as if I am an object they use in their storylines. I have always been a sub-character in their life. I have been quiet, never really been the type of person to speak what's on their mind. I became so over-caring for ones who were fake then temporary. I was craving the love and care that my mother never once gave me. I put myself on the back burner, I will fix that later.
No more fixing that later, no more I'm not important enough. No more I'm not enough. I'm doing my best of loving my flaws
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
