What if you saw me
Stripped of my mask
Unpainted
Only covered in words and skin.
Words
of thought and
Thoughts
of the world
The world and you
You and the broken
pieces that stab at my mind.
And silver tears stain my face
As you take me
The raw truth of me in
In all of this state of my own
Vulnerability.
Would you still find me
Beautiful?
Would you
still
Love
me?
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