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A dead skin cell
Because of my shell
A dead skin cell
you choose to see
What dies steadily
Instead of my complexity
Inside me
I'm alive mentally
Just like you
But all you see
Is a dead part of me
That you despise and grieve
And hate instantly
Missing Inside me
Depth and intensity
Empathy plus integrity
An endless complexity
Unlike my shell
A dead skin cell
I read somewhere that the
I read somewhere that the dust that accumulates in the home is largely composed of dead skin cells.
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