She sat and stared
At the wonky curve
Of her smile,
The pale blue of her eyes.
The slope of her cheekbones.
Picking out her flaws.
The freckles,
The bones
Protruding
Due to months
Of harm done to her
Body.
She stared
And cried.
Because nothing
Could ever
Erase the
Hate.
Not even
A blade.
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Losing Hope
RandomUm.... hai I dont know how to describe this but its a short story so enjoy
