Red Weeds

I’m in a bit of a situation There seem to be weeds blooming all across my face The weeds are red They are blooming all aross my cheeks All across my forehead and chin and even some buds on my nose I don’t like the weeds And neither does anyone else I’ve tried everything to get them go away but nothing works, and they’ll always stay these weeds make me sad oh so sad and now my tears just water these weeds I refuse to show the world these hideous red weeds i have been taught to hate the unwanted and to strive for perfection but perfection is something i’ve never known so for the moment i cannot make these red weeds disappear and from now on i’ll stop quenching their thurst with my tears for now all i can do is love them love these red weeds that cover my face and hope that one day i’ll find someone who can love them too.

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14 / F / somewhere lmao idk

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