the wanderer 

​Her body is a canvas, bespattered with memories and bonds platonic. 

So unlike yours, a blank sheet, wanting chaos. For you were drowning in your inhibitions, while she let herself explore. You were seeding for approval and so your life lost its cause. You are queen of your body, don’t leave it monochrome.

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