I wasn't made to be elegant.
Whoever created me didn't think that would be necessary
They didn't think to give me long, slender legs
They didn't think to give me a petite waste and high cheekbones
It shivered through my body,
cracked down my spine,
raced through my veins,
contaminated my lungs.
My body feels like mud,
my mind has turned into autumn leaves,
the breath that leaves me no longer co...