who would make love
to the girl covered in scars,
ugly flesh and thighs that i wish i could be proud of but can't because they are a constant reminder that i am not like the other girls
the tummy that is too chubby to be wanted and the face that is not pretty
and yet my skin longs for touch,
for affection and to be loved.
will anyone ever want me?
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efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
