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Apr 2016
made for carrying the words that spill out of my mouth
not for holding you together
used to create art and write things that hurt too much to say
not to touch you
made to feed the children I have yet to bear
not for your pleasure
to carry me throughout life
not for you to stare at as I walk by
my body is mine
it is for me and will only ever be
ive been trying to get back into writing and this is ****** but at least its something
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