Passing a mirror in the shoe department. Scanning eyes over the shell enclosing internal organs and bones. The thing called a body. The body with extra chunks of fat and muscle.But the only feeling is extra
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Poetry from an Everchanging Girl
PoetrySometimes you have to grow apart to grow back together.