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I am f*cked up.

My skin makes me uncomfortable.
No one will ever memorize the shape of my ears.

I know my worth,

and it is not enough to persuade or induce change.
I was not given jackrabbit-legs, therefore
I was not meant to be chased.

I was not made to awe.

I was made to singularly balance out every pair of

creatures ever was.

I was meant to lay under stars and

connect them with a spiderweb from the tip of my finger,

and in the morning destroy my own creation.
I am no good for you,
nor anyone
because I am flawed.

I will never be free.

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