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Me


I am a mess

a brown-eyed tornado spinning out of control

with hair changed so many colors to be different,

to shine,

to be more than average

 

but I am more than look

I am more than my body

its awkward stage between skinny and just too big

I am midnight stargazing

wondering, well, what's the point?

but I'm also midday adventures

not letting the rain, or you, or myself stop me

 

I am the line between so much love and yet so much hate

I am a disaster

I am me

 
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