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Tired of this body.

No matter how long i stare in the mirror.
My hair,choppy on my head.
My arms,not slender nor thick.
My legs,covered in fainted strechmarks.
My face,weirdly placed on my neck.
My torso.
I hate it.
My skin,i wish to rip off.
Flowers growing diffirent places on my body are probably the only thing i want to keep.
Some don't finnish growing to be as beautiful as the others.
But the world isn't fair.
We can't get all we want.
Snip,snip,snip
The sound of dull kitchen scissors withering through my hair.
Scratch,scratch,scratch
Fingernails digging through my skin as if they're digging for gold.
Slash,slash,slash
Trimming the freshly grown flowers sitting neatly on my skin.
Drip,drip,drip.
As my phone get's wet by the rain I've been botteling up.