More than my ink, Something I was thinking about yesterda |
More than my ink, Something I was thinking about yesterda |
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It is a bit repetitive. Forgive that. Tell me what you think about it, and the concept, please.
I am more than blood and bones, more than the ink stains on my fingers, more than the clothes I wear, Or what purse I carry, more than how I wear my hair, more than if I go to prom, more than dirty dishes and empty bank envelopes, shoved in the back of my dresser. I am more than a burden, more the mass I take up, more than the song I sing along with, more than what sports I play, more than what TV shows I watch. I'm more than just scribbles on bits of paper.. I have thoughts you would cringe after if you knew them... Or maybe everyone is that way. I'm more than my ADD, more than my weight, more than how many friends I claim, more than the car I drive. I'm simply more than you can imagine. And it goes both ways. I can't take for granted that I know you. |
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