itsjustme
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The way my hair falls on my shoulder,
the mole on my right leg,
and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless.
The scars on my feet,
the way my stomache folds,
and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
i try to be independent, to tell them all that i can do it by myself.
they smother me with their worries and their fears.
i want to live my life as i see it.
but they want me to live my life as they see it.
