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Welcome to My Life Skin smooth even though the acne scars are still there,
I wonder how to get rid of them.
Hair grows constantly on my body.
At least they're usually not visible unless someone is close.
These tan lines won't go away for a while.
Brushing my hair is a bitch each time I shower,
all of the dyes I've put in my hair fucked it up.
"Does having different hair colors make me cute?"
I thought about that when I kept dyeing my hair,
but the only one that said yes was me.
Innocence doesn't last that long once you're an adult.
Depression and suicide have grown up with me,
clinging onto me as if they're my children.
Scars on my wrist still remain visible.
How has my body survived all of those pills?
Words struggle to come out of my mouth clearly.
My eyes wander constantly to avoid eye contact,
making me more nervous when talking to people.
No wonder why I don't have a lot of friends.
They avoid me like I'm a parasite that's contagious.
None of that matters to me anymore,
acceptance is one of the hardest things I've achieved.
Happiness is something I've earned through hard work,
life is worth living to see through the tough times.
I've embraced all of my imperfections.
