Make It Yours

July 27, 2014

Your body is a fortress, your body is your prize

Your body is a temple where you go to hide

Your body is perfect.

Won't show you how to work it, that's up to you to decide

Decreate it, paint it

Harm it, love it

Your body is yours

Yours to control.

Fuck the damn media

Don't let them claim it

Your body is perfect

Make it Yours.

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