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Then : Stigmas shredding this rough frame Strips of blood boiling, wanting to explode I feel their anger I hear their shrieks, their war cries I don't listen. These monsters and me are at war.                                                                                                               Now :                                                                    Soft pink caressing this canvas                                                                                                     Calm rivers                                                                              nurturing, bring it to life                                                                                             I feel their peace                                                              I hear their hummings, their odes                                                                                            I sing with them                                                                              my stretch marks and me                                                                                                            are one.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
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Then : Stigmas shredding this rough frame Strips of blood boiling, wanting to explode I feel their anger I hear their shrieks, their war cries I don't listen. These monsters and me are at war.                                                                                                               Now :                                                                    Soft pink caressing this canvas                                                                                                     Calm rivers                                                                              nurturing, bring it to life                                                                                             I feel their peace                                                              I hear their hummings, their odes                                                                                            I sing with them                                                                              my stretch marks and me                                                                                                            are one.
#loveyourself#strechmarks
Sarra
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Sarra
22/F/Bizerta, Tunisia
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
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