eatsleepdraw:

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But these things don’t matter at all, because once you’re real, you can’t be ugly, except to the people who don’t understand.

like a bottle of bleach /
you pour down on me watch as my colors bleed /
as solid as i was, i sit there tarnished /
watch as these patterns dissaper off me /
stripes are now uneasy lines of torture /
structures diminish, bleach does not forgive /
and why? why do you feel the need /
to erase this beautiful array of what i am /
polka dot, light grey and fuscia pink /
i am colors you’ve never seen /
im as hopeful as a dream / bright colors gleam /
so tell me why do you feel the need to cancel out what /
you dont understand? /
you cant possibly be mad /
these rainbows are all that i am /

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