I cannot

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You kissed my stretch marks one by one
I sat still until you were done
You traced my surgery scar
I wanted to run so far
You told me I was perfectly gorgeous
I started to feel nauseous
I'm to damaged to believe
So compliments I cannot receive

-original-

I used parts from an other poem I read

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