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Kristy Burgess Poem
It's not Halloween yet but I have a trich,
No treat. OCD. Since thirteen.
I pluck, I pull, I tweeze, rip, yank.
Hair, lashes, and brows.
Made me once feel so ugly underneath.
A nervous tick, a passerby of boredom. Still unsure.
What causes such a thing, many are unaware.
I am not even sure myself.
All I know is I overcame it after 9 years of struggle.
I feel beautiful again.
I feel like me.
Copyright © Kristy Burgess | Year Posted 2013
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Kristy Burgess Poem
Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems
Copyright © Kristy Burgess | Year Posted 2013
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Kristy Burgess Poem
I never wanted it to happen,
I allowed loves seed to sow,
So here we're in the garden,
But there's a drought to stop the growth.
Copyright © Kristy Burgess | Year Posted 2013
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