i wonder if it's strange how i divide up the moments in my life;
what happened before
and after.
before and after my life was irreparably damaged,
torn into
little
tiny
*******
pieces.
i'm not a poet, nor would i describe myself as all too artistic, but as i stand in the shower, wrapping shaky arms around my scarred, damaged, ****** up body, i wonder if an artist would find any beauty in my wreckage.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
i wonder if it's strange how i divide up the moments in my life;
what happened before
and after.
before and after my life was irreparably damaged,
torn into
little
tiny
*******
pieces.
i'm not a poet, nor would i describe myself as all too artistic, but as i stand in the shower, wrapping shaky arms around my scarred, damaged, ****** up body, i wonder if an artist would find any beauty in my wreckage.
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