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Jun 2017
Sometimes I peel up my skin
Just to see if there is anything inside worth loving.
I'm so ugly on top. If I was pretty you'd look at me when we make love.
If I was beautiful I would have been enough.

Im allergic to certain metals.
When I wear them they make my skin crack and bleed.
Like how you did to me. Creating canyons in me, to dive to my heart for the ****.
But you were blind like I was deaf.

My skin isn't perfect.
It isn't smooth.
Its too dry in the winter.
Its too much to take care of.
My skin fits my bones as well as you do -

Hardly.
Qynn
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Qynn  23/F/Pittsburgh
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