I am prettiest when I am myself.
My skin shows me how much life
I've lived.
And everything has softened
Over the years.
I've done less running away
And more standing strong.
I've done more crying
And spent less days frozen.
My hands are more rough
But my heart is more free.
My bones are louder
But my mind is quieter.
I am prettiest when I am myself.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 7:21 AM UTC
I am prettiest when I am myself.
My skin shows me how much life
I've lived.
And everything has softened
Over the years.
I've done less running away
And more standing strong.
I've done more crying
And spent less days frozen.
My hands are more rough
But my heart is more free.
My bones are louder
But my mind is quieter.
I am prettiest when I am myself.
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