one last time, want to love myself.
want to feel the smoothness,
want to admire the spotless skin,
one last time want to love myself.
the day after, it will be different,
it will be no longer smooth and spotless.
the day after will leave a mark,
mark on my skin, torn and stitched.
the mark which will last for life long.
i can never ever feel the smoothness
i can never ever admire the spotless skin.
before i loose the beauty of my skin.
i want to love myself, one last time.
one last time, want to love myself.
want to feel the smoothness,
want to admire the spotless skin,
one last time want to love myself.
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