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it’s the skin disease that is my sickness It’s the red dots (hurtings, blemishes, scars) and not my face I see It’s the d e s p e r a t i o n on display of my insecurities, and so it worsens my insecurities The hermeneutic circle; fact is fact So, on my face desperation is visible sadness in my mind; emptiness in body; — but explosions on my face That is all I see It's all I am. I am a sickness. august 2014
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Acne,
it’s the skin disease that is my sickness It’s the red dots (hurtings, blemishes, scars) and not my face I see It’s the d e s p e r a t i o n on display of my insecurities, and so it worsens my insecurities The hermeneutic circle; fact is fact So, on my face desperation is visible sadness in my mind; emptiness in body; — but explosions on my face That is all I see It's all I am. I am a sickness. august 2014
Acne. What it does to me displayed. At least some of it.
annehb
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
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