insecurity..?
people are lovely but unlike me their eyes bloom as they look, but mines are dead as they look I am never pretty so all they compliments say are never true I'm just one person that can never look at myself, how people look at me. I could never take compliments, and so never comfy to show my face. wrote this at school, hoping someone knows how I feel cruelt. I just want to be pretty like them.
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