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dots riddle my face for what looks like a game in a child's activity book hiding from the world feeling scarred and broke these blemishes make up me some are physical and most our mental but still every one is so judgmental they say society is ugly then I must be society i feel them stare as walk past not wanting any moment to last for every battle i win, a war awaits me i see the beauty of the sun just to watch the darkness of the night take over confidence is key but where's the lock these blemishes make up me some are physical and most our mental but still every one is so judgmental i wake up every morning to to rest again dreading the hours to past locked up in my own chain getting called cute or hot only lasts a moment while i remember the ugly within
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Blemishes
dots riddle my face for what looks like a game in a child's activity book hiding from the world feeling scarred and broke these blemishes make up me some are physical and most our mental but still every one is so judgmental they say society is ugly then I must be society i feel them stare as walk past not wanting any moment to last for every battle i win, a war awaits me i see the beauty of the sun just to watch the darkness of the night take over confidence is key but where's the lock these blemishes make up me some are physical and most our mental but still every one is so judgmental i wake up every morning to to rest again dreading the hours to past locked up in my own chain getting called cute or hot only lasts a moment while i remember the ugly within
sue
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
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