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they call me things
like pretty
but my reflection
has never been mine
i live in a body
that does not belong to me.
i inhabit skin
i loathe so much
i want to tear it off me.
so what
if you like looking at it.
i have never felt pretty.
and as many times
as i hear it
the more i hate the lie.
the voices in my head
are much louder.
as long as I do not want me
you will need to want me
for me
and the hole inside of me
will never be whole.
you want my skin?
take it.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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