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Wound

Looking into the mirror

I could only see wounds. Would have hide them

Only if I could

Some were deep

Some little bruce.

Blisters forming

Everywhere I look

The cause of which

Was the fear of being juged

Of which self confidence

Seems to be the only cure

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