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Dec 2013
I hate looking in the mirror && seeing these pimples.            
Touching my face feeling these wrinkles.                
Seeing all the black spots i have.                          All these marks making me sad.  


                              
The mirror is hurting me.                        
I'm finding it hard to believe what i see.                    
Trying to except the pain i carry.                              
&& except that God made me imperfectly.
Written by
noneigh  south africa
(south africa)   
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