The words from her childhood graced her skin like little blades.
A little deeper every next time.
For now, she felt ugly in her own silky skin.
To fold herself into it.
To never share her true self
For what she feared disgust.
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Matters of Mind and Heart
RandomHello there, This is just a collection of my random thoughts, rambles and feelings at various times of my day and life that I thought might be relatable. If you decide to give it a shot, I hope you like it. Bye now.
