They call me pimples.
Before I was 14 they called me Eric.
My face is an adolescent nightmare.
Every inch marked by black heads, fully fledged moles hills or dry scabs.
Even when the yellow pus filled spots burst there are still the pock marks that look like craters.
I can't even remember them being spots.
I am a face underneath a disgrace.
If they went I am not sure what I'd hate next.
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