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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Why....
I'm uncomfortable in my skin,
I rip and tear at it,
revealing my secrets.
I poke and prod,
I tug and stitch,
making the pieces fit,
I'm uncomfortable in my skin.
I'm uncomfortable with Who I am,
with who I've become.
With Who I am becoming.
I want the discomfort to end,
when will it end?
When can I stop,
Making my skin looking exactly like yours?
|| by Fae ||
12:47:00 AM |
 
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