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My body isn't who I am. My body is a part of me, but it doesn't reflect my self. I can attempt to decorate it, in hopes that it resembles my true identity, but it always falls short of that. My body is alive, it's a being on its own, and I respect it and thank it for allowing me to be on this planet. For allowing me to use the space within for observation, for the taste of life on Earth. I consider my body beautiful, and I try to treat it with best care, but I often fail. I know, however, that lack of attention to it will cause it to break, like a machine, except this time it will be much more difficult to get it back to health. My body will be buried one day, but I will never die, for I am not my body. I walk, from the perspective of my true identity, and only those who walk the same way will see through the cracks of my body. My body is flawed, but my true identity contains a lot more than what I am currently aware of, and it's more experienced. =*=*= My body does not define me. ~*~*~ Although my body is a part of me, it is not who I am. It is a being of its own and I thank it for keeping me alive, as I walk, observing the world around and gathering information before my departure.
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My body isn't who I am. My body is a part of me, but it doesn't reflect my self. I can attempt to decorate it, in hopes that it resembles my true identity, but it always falls short of that. My body is alive, it's a being on its own, and I respect it and thank it for allowing me to be on this planet. For allowing me to use the space within for observation, for the taste of life on Earth. I consider my body beautiful, and I try to treat it with best care, but I often fail. I know, however, that lack of attention to it will cause it to break, like a machine, except this time it will be much more difficult to get it back to health. My body will be buried one day, but I will never die, for I am not my body. I walk, from the perspective of my true identity, and only those who walk the same way will see through the cracks of my body. My body is flawed, but my true identity contains a lot more than what I am currently aware of, and it's more experienced. =*=*= My body does not define me. ~*~*~ Although my body is a part of me, it is not who I am. It is a being of its own and I thank it for keeping me alive, as I walk, observing the world around and gathering information before my departure.
