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A Raw Reflection

By Cwm

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The conception, my preception, very unplesant, to look at, can't bear to look, at my chest,it's so flat. Ripping muscles, ravenous within a self, a struggle. Such uglyness, causes action of rabid, who else, looks like this, God forbid! So pudgy, portly, and plump. Looks like this reflection should be, thrown into the city dump! Disoblige, for change, foolish pride, acts of rage! Frustrated of a reflection, so impure, acceptance of who and what you are,thats a cure! ~CWMCan't change your who you are, live with it. Deal with, find enjoyment within yourself...... ~CWM~ Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 12:32 PM PST   0 • 10

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