The marks on my stomach
The extra layer of skin I don't need
The red polka dots on my face
The inability for a man to wrap his arms around my waist
The color of my iris
The shade of my skin
The things that appear on my face
The veins that make me appear sickly
The person I have become
-s.s
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Sad poems
ПоэзияA collection of poems containing love ,sadness ,heartache and everything in between
