Imperfection. It's a nasty word. It means you're less than what you should be; less than what you could be. And it's all. your. fault. I am an imperfection. Marred and useless.
Beautiful, they say, like a prescription to my disease. Like it's something I'd want to be. And I do.
But they can't see beneath the skin. They can't hear the screams, the
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