Jun 2018
Run your hands,
On my scarred skin.
Tell me how it feels
To touch such imperfection.
Is it beautiful to you?
Or have I ruined myself.
This is who I am,
Take me, with my flaws.
n.n
On my scarred skin.
Tell me how it feels
To touch such imperfection.
Is it beautiful to you?
Or have I ruined myself.
This is who I am,
Take me, with my flaws.
n.n
(22/F/Somewhere On Earth)
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