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Saturday, January 19, 2008
i look myself in the mirror and i see a disfigured big-small eyed, toothy-faced teen with oil-soaked skin and scarred, unsightly cheeks.
i smile and bits of last night's broccoli are revealed.
i realise the smile is fake.
i try to take off the mask i'm wearing.
it is difficult, but i still try.
finally it is off.
but i realise i am still wearing a mask.
and another.
and another.
and another.
and another.
i take these off, painstakingly.
yet ultimately, i find myself still wearing one.
and i am still the disfigured, big-small eyed toothy-faced teen with oil-soaked skin and scarred, unsightly cheeks with bits of last night's broccoli stuck between my teeth.
it's no wonder.
any takers?
a fugly bitch will pay to have you instead.
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