Thu, 02/26/2015 - 20:13 -- lexus2

My words feel like sandpaper it scrapes just enough to satisfy the itch  

and hurts enough to punish you for it.


I am a face untainted by mask of multiple layers claiming to be beautiful that do nothing  more than bury the real treasure in multi colored sand


I am securely insecure as i know my flaws yet don't fault them


The only screen i hide behind is the screen of  confidence and the screen of pride

For what am i behind it


A girl in search for something

She hopes not to find

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