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It's a scar.
"No, it's beauty!"
I say liar,
They say "truly?"

So white
They're invisible.
So many,
It's unforgivable.

Light hits
And they shine.
Mini lightning Strikes
All in a line.

Bumpy and squidgy.
Mostly hidden
But not really.
I'm stricken.

I see ugly.
I see pity.
You say it's natural.
I'm just not pretty

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