the sweat drips
down my face
and I feel my muscles straining,
I like the pain.
my hair is all greasy
from days of abandonment
but it doesn't bother me.
it's this mess
that I've embraced,
because living pretty
is a challenge I can't
face.
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c h a l l e n g e.
the sweat drips
down my face
and I feel my muscles straining,
I like the pain.
my hair is all greasy
from days of abandonment
but it doesn't bother me.
it's this mess
that I've embraced,
because living pretty
is a challenge I can't
face.