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Of the mole I had In the middle of my neck. It was pea-sized, And brown And slightly dangerous. So they took it off And all that's left Is a faint, barely seen scar. As I examined my Wounds Of The Day In the mirror, I noticed The scar again. I had not remembered It was there, or that there was Ever a mole, by which It was caused. It's not a secret, deep and Desperate enough, for me to Tell my friends about, so they Don't know I had a mole. But it did happen, and was A prominent feature, Of my earlier years. I find it odd, That such a thing Can be just casually ignored. I find it logical, That such a thing Will be just casually ignored. But the cluelessness Of those closest Awes me still.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
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Of the mole I had In the middle of my neck. It was pea-sized, And brown And slightly dangerous. So they took it off And all that's left Is a faint, barely seen scar. As I examined my Wounds Of The Day In the mirror, I noticed The scar again. I had not remembered It was there, or that there was Ever a mole, by which It was caused. It's not a secret, deep and Desperate enough, for me to Tell my friends about, so they Don't know I had a mole. But it did happen, and was A prominent feature, Of my earlier years. I find it odd, That such a thing Can be just casually ignored. I find it logical, That such a thing Will be just casually ignored. But the cluelessness Of those closest Awes me still.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
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