DesireA Poem by Lockedheart
I pick at my skin
and don't leave the house somehow thats easier than living life completely out I want to change my face my hair my clothes to something thats better who the hell even knows do I even want to change myself? or is that just what I've been taught to hide the imperfections so someone thinks me hot
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Added on July 13, 2024 Last Updated on July 13, 2024 Author
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