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02-15-07
I found a way out of my skin.
I cut and tare it from every limb.
The pain is greatly intense, and somehow numb
I feel free from the beauty I hate
No more stares of lust, only stares of disgust.
Laugh at me if you will,
It’s only the outer beauty that I have killed.
Last edited by Mouser : 02-15-07 at 19:59.
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