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My words feel like sandpaper it scrapes just enough to satisfy the itch  

and hurts enough to punish you for it.

 

I am a face untainted by mask of multiple layers claiming to be beautiful that do nothing  more than bury the real treasure in multi colored sand

 

I am securely insecure as i know my flaws yet don't fault them

 

The only screen i hide behind is the screen of  confidence and the screen of pride

For what am i behind it

 

A girl in search for something

She hopes not to find

 
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