My mirror is dirty
And I can’t wipe it clean
I know my worth
But that’s not who I see
How can my body
God loves so much
Not be the one
you yearn to touch?
Day after day
I fight an urge
To mar the image
The painful surge
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
Many say they’re tired But does your skin fall from your bones? Do your eyes sink in the sockets And your mouth go dry as stone? Some peo...
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