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In that moment, I wanted to cut out all my mistakes from my body and lay them down upon the earth before you. Like pieces of bark they are rough and dead, once clutching onto my very skin, all a part of me. You make me want to strip myself bare and lay myself out to you, I want you to see all my flaws, I want you to know I am not beautiful, yet all the while wanting you to take me anyway. I am composed of things that are dead, so many things I used to be have died, I am not a tree, I do not give life, I am just bark, flaws, stitched together with hope for something more. I wish for acceptance, I wish for more.
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