My body was art --- not to your taste,
you covered me in criticism.
Your words molding me like clay
until the mirror reflected a shell.
The child inside,
forever lost.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
My body was art --- not to your taste,
you covered me in criticism.
Your words molding me like clay
until the mirror reflected a shell.
The child inside,
forever lost.
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