Nobody is ever happy with what they got.
My body clings and hangs on me like damp clothes,
It's my favorite outfit.
My body is random brush strokes and smears of paint,
People have seen it as art.
My body acts as plain, simple soil,
On it, I have grown like a tree.
My body is an opinion.
Interpret it as you will.
I'm still learning
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Nobody is ever happy with what they got.
My body clings and hangs on me like damp clothes,
It's my favorite outfit.
My body is random brush strokes and smears of paint,
People have seen it as art.
My body acts as plain, simple soil,
On it, I have grown like a tree.
My body is an opinion.
Interpret it as you will.
I'm still learning
You know, it's pretty positive. And I haven't posted in a while, so yeah.
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