The memory of beauty,
raw, pale and bleak,
haunts my days.
Walking around
I try to hide my scars,
my pain, my sorrow,
my neverending humiliation.
Bruises, scars, cuts, scabs,
all reminders of the curse,
the pain and the tears,
that I've caused myself.
I'm a curse in myself,
I see nothing in the mirror,
like a creature of the night,
my reflection shows empty space.
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