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                          my eyes tend to judge me  my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth, I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v. Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.   But really I'm just fine being me. No need to worry, I'm always happy.
  Countless times, life gets me down, Far from flawless, I keep my frown. But times start to take a turn,
Her mind is a mess of colors and shapes,
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