 | When I was little,
I had really curly hair,
And one curl,
In the middle
Of my forhead.
I used to try and look at it,
Crossing my eyes,
It really hurt.
But I wanted to
See.
Everyone else could.
See it.
Which wasn't fair
Because it
Was
MINE.
They could see it
So easily,
But it hurt me
To look.
When I was nine,
I grew out my fringe.
And the curl disappeared.
Hidden
So, if I can't see it.
Noone can.
When I got bigger,
Much bigger,
There were many things,
That I couldn't see,
That other people could.
Lots and lots of things.
Unfortunately,
These things weren't curls,
Or spots,
Or scars.
And they couldn't be grown out,
Or covered up.
But,
That doesn't mean I can't hide them.
Written by IIIIIvicIIIIII
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