You see no scars and laceration
But it doesn't define that I'm not wounded
I smell and looked great to you
Hey! It just my make-up and perfume
But If you really want me
Caress me no matter what season
Stand firmed for your reason
Embraced me as I am
Love even my demons
My own poem.
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