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Nude


beneath our clothes,

we're all just oddly shaped parts of flesh

pieced together to create a body

 

but what makes us a real person is our brain.

the brain controls the body,

meaning the mind is what represents

who we truly are.

 

if more people could realize this,

they'd stop judging others based on

their appearances and instead, 

choose to see eachothers'  personalities 

as definitions of who they are

as human beings,

 

- a true form of mental nakedness.

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