I always look very close,
Too close.
I notice everything.
So many things
I notice my face.
The blemishes.
The freckles.
I notice my legs.
The fat.
The stretch marks.
I notice you.
The way you look at me
like the daughter you never wanted.
I notice the stares when
I accidentally wear shorts
Forgetting about my wounds.
I notice everything.
I notice what you don't.
I notice thestinchof my own blood.
I notice the anguish in my heart and
In my mind, I see
The End.
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Thoughts via The Moment. (poetry)
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