do we conceive each other in such different ambiance? like how eyes aim to see souls instead of faces, bodies and flesh how different our concepts of beauty would be detaching away from the standards and norms of society such appearances are neglected interiors over exteriors if only we see thru things beyond nakedness bound from expectance when one does not feel a stranger of her own skin — g.c.
"- then i learned that society is broken, not me."
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