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Dec 2009
What must I do to restore this disfigurement?
I hid from the world
In a shell of ugliness
From wounds extremely dislike
So hideous
As they made unmusing comments
Like cackles
To ridicule
As I lose my soul
While the scales rind
My face renewal
To a spirit of fondness
Now I'm redeem
Written by
Diverseman2020  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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