Identity

They are me, 

The unruly hair and stained yellow bottom tooth 

The dark brown stretch marks resembling chicken scratches 

The excess amount of clay added to my middle section 

The corroded slope that was once firm breasts.

The once glowing embers of my eyes, now barely whispers of smoke

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