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Jun 2015
Back on your face
In more than one place
Your cheap tricks to get rid of me didn't work to well
Instead I grew more and swelled
Blackened because of you picking at me
Left marks
Ignored my warnings
Ruined my fun
So I ruined what you liked the most
Right at the center of your face
For all to see
You thought when I went away
It was the end of me
But I just hid undercover
Waiting for the perfect moment
I show at the worst times
When you least expect it
And if somehow
You find a way to suppress me
I'll be back to show a third time
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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