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My skin peels and in the places reborn I apply products that charge me for beauty and self-esteem. This isn't really what I need. My skin peels the salicylic acid burns my flesh, but it whispers, “I am not the pains of my father,” and I believe it. I stand in the mirror and lock eyes to skin. You are not the pains of your father. You are not the pains of your father. My eyes refocus, and I realize I've been talking to myself again. My skin peels, and in the places reborn what's underneath is revealed: Raw flesh and parental issues. When will my showers clean me instead?
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Sunburn
My skin peels and in the places reborn I apply products that charge me for beauty and self-esteem. This isn't really what I need. My skin peels the salicylic acid burns my flesh, but it whispers, “I am not the pains of my father,” and I believe it. I stand in the mirror and lock eyes to skin. You are not the pains of your father. You are not the pains of your father. My eyes refocus, and I realize I've been talking to myself again. My skin peels, and in the places reborn what's underneath is revealed: Raw flesh and parental issues. When will my showers clean me instead?
Pigeon
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
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