Women. Men. Children.
spend hours in front of the mirror covering their hearts in band-aids, the facade that they have created staring back at them. They are proud.Proud of the wall they have created."Sticks and stones" they say, but they will never know that no amount of paint or plaster can earn any 'respect.
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Author:
CrissDavies (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 05:32
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Laughing out loud at this one. How do you think men feel about heavily made-up ladies? Good writing.
great point! maybe part 2
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