=85= Words of Melancholy: Best

To be honest, my body is a mess. Like literally not figuratively.

My eyes have super high degree. My teeth are crooked. My hands and feet are all filled with calluses.

Figuratively, my eyes see the wrong things. My mouth speaks rubbish. My hands does things that I regret. My feet walk in the wrong direction.

Sometimes I think that my ears are the best I can offer, but even the ears have limitations.

If I drown myself with other things, how can I listen?

My heart is the best I can offer.

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