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Aug 2015
looking at my body
I am sincerely unhappy
when I don't manipulate aspects of it

when I'm standing naked in front of the mirror
vulnerable and anxious

I want to scratch my skin off
pick off pieces revealing something beautiful
flake off flesh revealing something ethereal

rub off the fat and the scars and the ugly
but I can't do that
and it's just so hard to love me
grace
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grace  18/F/Oregon
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