As I looked in the mirror
I told myself, with horror:
"you will one day dread this moment"
but I will continue to do this until the end
cut
for being ugly
Deep
for being weak
Blood
for being imperfect
Pain
and now you lay there, with regret
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Stop the stigma
PoetryA short poem book to help everyone realize the good, the bad and what words and actions can do. Please help me, join me, in making this world free of stigma.