I woke up like this
The realization that no one is perfect.
we all have a few scratches and bruises.
Chapped lipped, prickly legs.
gapped tooth, four eyes.
Ashy skin, booger nose
crazy hair. That's me.
Flawless, perfect in my own skin.
and I didn't wake up like this
i was born like this
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