Ok, you're right. I'm aware that I'm beautiful.Yes, my buttocks are firm, like an apple, and my titties are supple.I guarantee I can slip and slide all day on that shit and make the earth rumble.Granted, I know I am a challenge, sometimes, and occasionally grumble. I have survived some pretty fucked up rumbles and still, live to write poetically about it and not stumble.
I fucked with the whole world and myself and took a tumble, because of the pain of my past (and taking on other people's troubles) I was incapable of seeing my value and punished myself by believing that I was unlovable.
Gained weight, coked-up, lost weight. Spilled over in the bathtub with mad razor blades
But no stubble.
©I.M xoxo,(MMXX)
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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
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