Long ass rant that explains this poem afterwards. You can read it if you want. Or don't I don't care...
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‘It's not that bad ’ No!
The more he says that, the
more it makes me feel sad.
‘It's just a birthmark,
it's actually kind of cute.’
He says. I merely hide behind
my dark hair, hiding my red
face and then going mute.
I watch helplessly as
my beloved laughs at my embarrassment. ‘Don't
worry, it's perfect. You
know like Barbie and
Kent.’
‘It's Ken’ I correct. I
smile shyly as you pull me
in for a soft peck. I can't help
but feel my heart leap, what
the heck?!
He made me blush as he
pokes me where my birthmark should be, talking about Barbie and ‘Kent’. God, how I hate embarrassment.
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This actually happened. See, we went camping(as a school trip) and the boys were peeping at the girls getting dressed for swimming lessons.
My crush from sixth grade came up to me and poked my stomach(I have a birthmark that kinda looks like a misshapen form of the continent of Africa)
“Can I see it again?” He asks.
And then I'm like: “😕”
“ Your birthmark.. I want to see it again.. If you don't mind. It's cute.”
Umm... HELLOOOO! Can you spell e-m-b-a-r-r-a-s-s-e-d?!
He said it was cute and I've never gotten over it since...
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