I Am

my messy hair covers my face i completely think i am a disgrace i have so many interest but no talent to apply. i think all my friend lie. When it somes to new people i keep to myself. I love clothes they just dont love me i desire to be someone else beside me im only being honest about my self now tell me who wouldnt want to be some else?

 

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