I feel pretty,
Well, no, not really.
With scars that are nineteen,
And lumps that are frightening,
Things are not so pretty today.
I feel pretty,
Well, no, not really.
My tongue has been grated,
My aches unabated,
So just a party for pity today.
I feel pretty,
Well, no, not really.
Strange hives they continue,
White patches...new venues.
What else will happen today?
I feel pretty,
Well, no, not really.
So many now missing...
While I'm here just wishing
That it would all go away.
Sorry. Some days are like that. Think I'll move to Australia. - c
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