when you look at me you see only imperfections and all flaws you couldnt see a single right but millions of wrongs you can smell a terrible stench you can hear the shrill voice of mine you can feel the cracked cut and bruised skin but what you arent getting is that that stench is from being to hell and back the feel of my skin is from the demons i had to face on my pointless jorney and all thoes imperfections, well they just come natrauly.
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