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You were 18 when you died, but I suppose you know that. It's just I have to remind myself sometimes, because 18 feels too young for a bullet Do you remember the bullet? The shiny silver pill you slid into the chamber, ready to inject it into your skull and cure the ailments of living? Because nobody wanted you, right? Nobody wanted to hear the sultry sound of your voice after a day away from you Nobody wanted to hold you as a waning moon rose over your heads while they rocked you through all those hard nights you thought you'd have to endure alone Nobody wanted to kiss you, press their mouth like a leech against every inch of your flesh,

This body is scarred This body is bruised This body is flawed This body is mine It has felt the sting of abuse, The solace of a lover's hand The warmth of kindness The agony of defeat Oh, I have abused it! I have damaged it, Deemed it unworthy. And it has housed my weary soul still And who am I- A naive young woman, A human with flaws equal to that of any other!- To deem this body unbeautiful? Yes, it is soft, It is small-breasted It is flabby But it is lovely!- This body is beautiful This body is strong This body is worthy This body is mine!