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Pervy_Sage
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This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.
This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.
This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.
This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.
This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.
This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.
This is you.