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Disaster is written in the scars that are made from a blade.
Dark circles suffocate the light inside me, and create a darkness that doesn't fade.
imperfections go hard with their dance along my sensitive winter skin.
My back slouches as the weight of the world comes carving in.
The list wil never end.
This isn't who I am, nor who I want to look to be.
The puffed belly, and the mooch cheeks, delude the beauty really in me.
i yearn for soft. i pleade for gentile.
I crave the sweetness, and devour the fragile.
There is a little girl alive in me, wanting out of this haunted "beauty."
So i conceal the darkness, correct the dancers.
Smile for the camera and filter the sadness.
No longer am i broken, no longer am i nothing.
People adore me, and i am something.
Its not my natural stature, its not reality, but
I am who i want to be when i have the newest technology.