All I can see are my flaws, painted and plastered over my skin, the skin I hate to be in, the skin I want to shrug off like a coat and hang up so I can leave.
YOU ARE READING
excerpts
Poetryexcerpts from books i'll never write advice & nonsensical blurbs realizations & regrets heartbreak & pain thoughts & fears hopes & dreams shorts & stories forever ongoing, so long as our minds do not stop imagining and inventing and we do not sto...
13.6
All I can see are my flaws, painted and plastered over my skin, the skin I hate to be in, the skin I want to shrug off like a coat and hang up so I can leave.
