Hey you,
With your hair a mess & a head full of hate. You've climbed mountains with those legs & you've carried life upon those hips. You've worn so many smiles that they've found home within your skin. You've got a solid gold heart beneath your chest that's covered in cracks yet you still stand in that mirror a triumphant human being, with too much love in your heart to see your reflection with hate.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Hey you,
With your hair a mess & a head full of hate. You've climbed mountains with those legs & you've carried life upon those hips. You've worn so many smiles that they've found home within your skin. You've got a solid gold heart beneath your chest that's covered in cracks yet you still stand in that mirror a triumphant human being, with too much love in your heart to see your reflection with hate.
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