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My Dark Spots


Without any makeup...I have a ton of dark spots on my face. You know, from years of having acne. I never cared about them until something was bothering me, I was irritated or mad. I picked at my face when I was stressed. In the end they left these dark spots. Each dark spot on my face represents a memory. Like the time my realtive called me every name in the book, but a child of god and left me running in to the bathroom letting the pain ooze out of that pimple on my chin and my cheek.Then wipe my hand over where it had swelled, telling myself its over now. But it was never over and it will never be over. Not to be mean or anything, but when people see my face and give me that look like "omg her face", I look at it as they wouldn't be able to handle my issues, so why judge? My dark spots are my life story and what's yet to come.

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