Burn and liquify me and I still won’t succumb to the torture. My body was never made to fit,
molds don’t like me.
I tried so desperately to fit in, to be part of the collective and be seen as “one of them”,
instead I have been brutally reminded that being adored by evil does not make me any better than them.
And so I refuse those molds,
I will shatter every version of myself that fit into them. I will never part of the perfect.
Instead, I will enjoy my form,
as imperfect as it may be.
It is me.
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