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My Unflattering Form
My body isn’t truly part of me.
I see it as an entire separate entity.
An unholy presence that has latched onto me.
Causing me so much pain and despair
Nothing about it is correct.
Every inch of skin has a certain marking or shape that I despise.
I look around to see a crowd of other figures. All perfect. All desired.
But mine. Mine is disgusting.
I don’t even want to look ...
Wednesday 3rd May 2023 4:05 pm
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