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I'm still doing good. No bad thoughts. This isn't a negative feelings post. It's going to sound bad at first but I swear it's not.

It would be so easy to watch me bleed
You wouldn't even have to know where to cut
My veins practically glow through my skin
You can see them in my fingers, hands, arms and extending into my torso
The translucent skin on my untouched midsection reveals how the traffic flows
In the highways of my life
If you look closely you can see it through my legs and onto my feet
I'm just an extensive map that could be traced with a pen
My gallery of freckles being towns all around
My scars representing battlegrounds that were mended but not forgotten
My stretch marks being mountains formed by earthquakes of expansion
The hairs like trees
I am alive like the world around me
My skin is transparent enough to see the life within
It's as if I am my own unique map
And there are millions of maps that could be explored
But someone will be perpetually fascinated with yours.