Saturday, June 15, 2013

#107

When I look at my feet, I think about that you have tha same kind of shoes like me.
When I look at my legs, I think about you being one of the first who wore shorts this year.
When I look at my hips, I think they are too wide for you to like them.
When I look at my waist, I think it is too wide for you to like it.
When I look at my breast, I think it's not enough for you to like it.
When I look at my wrists, I wonder if you would care if there were scars.
When I look at my hands, I wonder how it feels to have your hand in mine.
When I look in my face, I wonder if you would like me if everything about me was prettier...


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