"Unwholly created,
I flee from the
well-meaning hands
that would steal
my soul from me.
They would..."
“Unwholly created,
I flee from the
well-meaning hands
that would steal
my soul from me.
They would grind
my rough edges
to nothingness
in the name
of perfection.
They don't
understand–
my soul thrives
in ragged,
unfinished spaces.”
- (via gracebabcockwrites)
I flee from the
well-meaning hands
that would steal
my soul from me.
They would grind
my rough edges
to nothingness
in the name
of perfection.
They don't
understand–
my soul thrives
in ragged,
unfinished spaces.”
- (via gracebabcockwrites)
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