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A milky white substance Condensed into one area Grows on one place you hate the most Your face   Your perfect face Now riddled with acne Pimples covering  What used to be smooth  
Dear Acne, Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror I see my facial landscape Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
You look in the mirror and scream, You wonder how the glass doesn’t crack Your face is covered with a thousand pimples Rotten-tomato red and Jet black
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