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Acne, Such a pain, reminding me, Of my imperfections. Please leave me be, This insurrection. Entrapping me, In captivity. Such misery, Every time I look, In the mirror, Another reminder. Such imperfection, Fills me with trepidation. Why must you torture me? Why can't you just leave me be?
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
Acne
Acne, Such a pain, reminding me, Of my imperfections. Please leave me be, This insurrection. Entrapping me, In captivity. Such misery, Every time I look, In the mirror, Another reminder. Such imperfection, Fills me with trepidation. Why must you torture me? Why can't you just leave me be?
ReeceAE
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
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