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I can hear it slicing through my brain, like a sharp, stray tune of imperfect melody. It tampers with desolate whimpers A cry for attention My contoured skin is peeled away by those words "Never will I be, Pretty." If I could just cut it off like excess skin like layers of flabby fats If there's a liposuction for dark thoughts If I can tuck it away from my tummy I'd do it in a heartbeat.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Am I Pretty Enough?
I can hear it slicing through my brain, like a sharp, stray tune of imperfect melody. It tampers with desolate whimpers A cry for attention My contoured skin is peeled away by those words "Never will I be, Pretty." If I could just cut it off like excess skin like layers of flabby fats If there's a liposuction for dark thoughts If I can tuck it away from my tummy I'd do it in a heartbeat.
A poem I wrote for a play
#disorder#beauty#mental#body#image#insecurity#plastic#surgery
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fudz-lana
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
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