It doesn't fit
My body wasn't made for this material
I look down
There it is
The reminder that I'll never be real enough
I'm not cold like I am all the time , its seeped into my skin ...
My eyes show my fear ,
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
It doesn't fit
My body wasn't made for this material
I look down
There it is
The reminder that I'll never be real enough
I'm not cold like I am all the time , its seeped into my skin ...
My eyes show my fear ,
The layout is supposed to look like this , trust me
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