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MY EYES ARE ON FIRE

Someone please erase my face

I live in the most beautiful city in the world,  no truly it is.  Not only are my surroundings an aesthetics  wet dream, but the vast majority of my fellow Parisiens are gorgeous, hands down, some solid DNA, or something quite magical in the drinking water.  No need for lipstick, and hair straighteners effortless class and excellence is the norm.  I can do the class and excellence, not effortlessly, but just the same.  My skin DNA however is flawed, and has been an ongoing battle since my late highschool days. This year was extremely rough, mirrors, bad lighting and face to face contact have plagued me with anxiety, yes bitches, this sounds vein as fuck... but it's never-ending painful torture beyond you're control. Enough of this you get the point.  Shall we begin the visual dialogue instead?