beauty others you me body self image ugly
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I keep telling myself that I’m ugly, How i can’t possibly love myself because every time i look in the mirror, I hate what i see,
I had the best dream ever. Sitting on a basement waiting, cat-and-mouse for a change.
Unexpectedly forth came this beauty, that took me out of my cage.
Dying Uniqueness: The Ill-Favored Girl
I feel like dying
She feels like crying
I look in the mirror
and finally see
a sweet smile
two pink lips
so gentle and soft
happy heartfelt eyes
intriguing swirls of color
pulling you into a deeper sea
