Look at Me

Look at me
The storm I’ve carried within has been formed in a sharp needle, one that pierces through my soul. But I don’t let it affect me, instead I’ll say it’s giving the sharp edge to my very existence.
Look at me
I’ve aged differently since the beginning of time. I’ve evolved, revolved, rebelled, repelled, settled and grown into this adorable disaster.
Look at me
Do I look different now!? I’ve carried different values and personalities so far and it has changed me. It has changed my perception of life but I kinda forget how I look, now and then. Do I look different!?
Look at me
I’ve patched myself up. I’m not torn or shredded into millions of pieces anymore. That’s what you wanted right!? The whole of me. Sorry if you find few pieces missing. But that’s how it works. You need to feel whole even when you are not.
Look at me
When I look at you…

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