Organ failure is not a good way to die.
No way is a good way to die, honestly- dying isn't even a good way to end our book.
It's like a fucking cliffhanger but when we die, Where do our broken hearts float?
To be betrayed by life.
Fucked, Chucked then killed off like a one night fling.
Back to Organ failure, Your beautiful skin. Bumps, bruises and pain.
It shields you from everything because the life that you hold is inside of you.
Without a doubt you are beautiful. You're a human being and you will always be.
But think.
Your skin endures all of this pain just for you to complain about things like stretch marks and pimples.
It's your skin who should cry.
But nonetheless we all cry at some point about not being comfortable in our own body.
What is it about your body that's not good enough?
I'm honestly such a hypocrite.
Its quite sad and I should scold myself for giving a speech but we're all humans here unless your parents were mixed with alien but even then, You weren't born saying that you're fat.
Don't damage your skin anymore honey, don't speak down on yourself anymore.
You're beautiful, adorable, and undeniably perfect.
Free your body and free your soul.
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