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You wish to remove the clothes

Are you sure

You want to cherish

My skin is tender

indeed

But the scars are pale

****** red

Long lines

Thick and thin

You'd get scared

Cause I get scared often too

You haven't seen'em

Cause it's not bare

You haven't seen my shoulder, bossom

And specially my thighs,

which really gives me a fright

They would scare you too

Maybe disgust you

But for me

Each has a meaning

Some are my mistakes

Some other's wishes

And most of them are just my mind thinking too much

Too much

About the past

Where I'm stuck all day

Sometimes it's worries about future

Not how to build one

But how to end it

And rest are scoldings from my mother

My nonchalant father

And the family full of mad people

Specially my grandmother

There are hundreds of these scars

If not thousands

All across my body

On my tender skin and flesh

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