I go to the gym to sculpt my shell,
To chase a beauty you once quelled.
But mirrors crack beneath your name,
No weight can lift away that shame.
Though muscles bloom, my soul still bleeds—
You made me ugly in ways no one sees.

YOU ARE READING
❝We were living minds with dying hearts.❞
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I go to the gym to sculpt my shell,
To chase a beauty you once quelled.
But mirrors crack beneath your name,
No weight can lift away that shame.
Though muscles bloom, my soul still bleeds—
You made me ugly in ways no one sees.