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An Open Letter To Adult Acne

Not paying for postage, I already pay for acne cream.

Hello there, adult acne.

Hope all is well.

Nope that was a lie.

Because I sincerely HATE YOU.

and Paul Giamatti is blue. —a poem

and Paul Giamatti is blue. —a poem

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You are the worst kind of swole.

The kind of swole I can maybe tolerate:

The kind of swole I no longer have the wherewithal to tolerate:

I don't mean to burst your bubble.

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But no one invited you.

You've been at this party since like 10.

AND YOU WERE AT MY PARENT'S PARTY TOO??

I wash my face.

I mean I don't wash it like this^ because no one does.

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I eat right and exercise.

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But I guess that doesn't matter to you.

This could be us.

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But instead, I have pimps all over my face.

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But that's not all!!!

You also show up on my chest and back and arms and butt (←which, HOW?).

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But you will not win.

What is a pimple to my soul?

That's some Cartesian Dualism right there.

That's some Cartesian Dualism right there.

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NOTHING.

A lot of other people also have acne.

I can cover you up with makeup if I want to.

Or I can ditch the makeup if I want to.

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All that matters is that I feel good about myself, regardless of how much real estate you have on my face or body.

Because I am not my pimples.

Warmest regards!!!!!

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