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Jealousy

I see myself as fragile
an antique glass
dropped over and over

I stare at her pictures
her flawless skin
her beautiful eyes
I stare back in her reflection
Incoherently thinking
"why me.."

I compare our hair
our body
our spirit
I count the freckles on her face
one freckle for every friend

I have no freckles

I think to myself
how lucky she must be
to be born perfect

this is unfair
I love my eyes
I love my body
I love my spirit

I love my hair
my flawless skin
most importantly

I love my freckles

although invisible.

@allexxisv

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