Beauty

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Hide your face

And the rest of you too.

Don't let them see the blackness

The sadness swimming through your veins

Uproot the hair on your upper lips

Your legs, your toes, your stomach, your pits

Mow over your skin like it's overgrown weed

Scrub your blemished face till you bleed.

They say beauty hurts.

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