me

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my eyes are dark

like the dark scraped bark of the dead winter trees

my skin is ruined
like forest fires
damaged

my body is thin
like the thick brush of disgusting mud covered twigs

too easy to break

my hair is too thick
tangled and hanging in clumps
the color of dirt

im ugly

and it hurts

:)

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