Everyones born in different shapes and forms,
I was born with flaws upon my body,
Dark pigments in nests upon my skin,
I remember the times I tried to scrub them light,
When I used to run my skin under hot water,
Hoping it'll just burn off,
But now I don't care about that,
I don't care if I'll never get accepted
I love my flaws for what they are,
Even if their not perfect
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Stormy Thoughts
PoetryPoems; I can't help but to think about. Even on my best days, my thoughts never go away.
