being comfortable in my own skin

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Breathers.
Character.
Clarity.
Connection.
Cruel.
Cruel 2.
Deep.
Effort.

Emotions.
Escape.
Femininity.
Firstimp.
Goodness.
Grace.
Grass.

Halfright.
Health.
History.
Ingenuity.
Intellect.
Labels.
Loss.

Lost.
Martyr.
Mediocrity.
Mundanes.
Passing.
Passion.

Power.
Real bliss.
Shoes.
Struggle.
Submission.

Thank you.
Told you.
Wordsmith.
Will.
Alex.*

Shades and swirls of cool grey is what this life feels like. I wouldn't, couldn't want it any other way. It is deep and light and variant and swirling, and forever changing, but that is exactly the best, and only way. The only way. Shades and swirls of grey.

The ultimate misunderstood beauty of grey.

I still overwhelm the fuck out of people because of my intensity and my depth, at least they see that some people aren't afraid to feel.

Does the skin fit any better around my body? I don't know about that. I don't know if it ever will. Will I let go enough for it to fit? Do the words fit around the skin? Moments of clean, free, uninhibited clarity do come, I define those as beautiful shades of uncomplicated grey.

The uncomplicated and misunderstood beauty of grey.

The freeing colour of grey.

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