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Have you ever looked in the mirror
and not recognized yourself?
Just imagine the horror
of seeing what appears to be
another's face where your own flesh should reside
Washing over you, comes a sudden dread

You see, I carry with me
the unwashed face of my former self
Well, it's no wonder I have acne at twenty-two
pallid complexion like wax
I feel like a walking bacterial infection
in need of a new set of skin

Hey, who needs fancy designer handbags
when I carry my own beneath my eyes?
sunken, and bloodshot cherry red
Help me! I have spiders in my eyes!
I am tired, all the time
just so fucking
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