Beneath my skin

The bones that pitch this tent

I ache

Pure proof that I am here

Inside this shell

Placed in a world that knows not meaning…

Of learning, of growth

A world of form,

Illusion for play…

This soul once fluid

Become solid

Like porcelain in slippery hands

I'll break if I can't see

That I am not my body

My body is not me.



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