SCARS
There is beauty to be seen.
We like to see the evil and be blind to it.
Beauty as we know it goes beyond.
The scars?
I inherited them,
Patches them up
So i can be called beautiful
Is it in your desolate nature?
Or the stacks of clothing i cannot get behind
Pilling on the very existence that is us
Lost, lost indeed
Find me,
Finding who i am
Do not look at the algae
There is always an untold story
Just ask
How at all ages
Pain comforts.
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