It is getting easier to be able to see the curves and crevices in my body
with my own two eyes
Not with the wandering eyes of the man on the street
Not with the teary eyes of love long gone
and not with the abusive perverse eyes that once stole my dignity
No! I am beginning to see, my vision is returning.
I can see what is before me and love it with the love that I was born with.
Thanks so much.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
It is getting easier to be able to see the curves and crevices in my body
with my own two eyes
Not with the wandering eyes of the man on the street
Not with the teary eyes of love long gone
and not with the abusive perverse eyes that once stole my dignity
No! I am beginning to see, my vision is returning.
I can see what is before me and love it with the love that I was born with.
Thanks so much.
recovery is a long process that's for sure.
keep my in your prayers guys
please
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