and all the little comparisons i make in the shower and elsewhere

really add up to shit because we all know

if i could ask a blind person what beauty looks like

i still wouldn't understand

and everyone can see through me and they move on

with a slight interested glance and a little knowing sigh

and link arm in arm with their neighbors

and my skin melts off my face and off my body into a sticky puddle

watch out

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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