Pimples
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A milky white substance
Condensed into one area
Grows on one place you hate the most
Your face
Your perfect face
Now riddled with acne
Pimples covering
What used to be smooth
Dear Acne,
Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror
I see my facial landscape
Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
You look in the mirror and scream,
You wonder how the glass doesn’t crack
Your face is covered with a thousand pimples
Rotten-tomato red and Jet black
