Identity
They are me,
The unruly hair and stained yellow bottom tooth
The dark brown stretch marks resembling chicken scratches
The excess amount of clay added to my middle section
The corroded slope that was once firm breasts.
The once glowing embers of my eyes, now barely whispers of smoke
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