Here born festers the boil, whereby the pus bubbles up and forth,
the excrescence displayed for all to hear. Wherefore this ghoulish
delight in parading such abhorrence before the world?
One cannot stay cooped up forever and must therefore stroll out
and about in the company of others. So let their gazes, forthright,
furtive, or agape light where they may.
Such blows glance, are nothing compared with the confronted
image of the mirrored self alone. To be sure, the suppuration could
be bandaged; but doing so would never allow the wound to heal.
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