I sit and stare
At these perfect scars
I've inflicted upon myself
They are beautiful

I sit and cry
These perfect tears
Run down my checks
This depression is beautiful

I sit and stare
Into this plate of glass
Running my hands over these features
I am beautiful

As I sit
I think of you
My love
You're beautiful

My lifes twisted with sin
But I have my friends
They love me
They are beautiful

I am a Goddess
My tears are perfect
My scars are perfect
I am perfect
 
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