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I treasured you; you're all that I knew at one point in time. I gave you all of me and then some, down to my last dime.
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain Is what we believe others see in us. But through filters there is nothing we gain, It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss.   Take away the photoshop and filter,
Feeling pretty?
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific, cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
How can I tell you who I am? Through the snap of a single square. It is hard enough when face to face, Look closer if you dare.   How can I show you who I am? With a simple crooked smile.
More contrast here  A bit of saturation there  Is this an interesting way to stare? What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose?  Does this shirt convey my knack for prose?  It’s up to followers I suppose 
I see me one way. You see me another way. You see me:  Short with brown hair, Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body, A face of an angel, Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
What you see What it is behind it all.  
Circumstances may neglect you No matter how people Bring you down to feeble And let your self-esteem low and blue   Only fools burn bridges Of one’s failures and foes
Up above the lights shine, down below my reflection I see.  Looking around I’m lost, lost at sea. A tidal wave of emotions stirring up inside me.
You're not good enough, That's what mommy always said, Whenever I got a B instead of an A, That is, after screaming at me for being such a failure. She said this when my first boyfriend broke up with me,
People can make you feel like crap, Like everywhere you go, there is a death trap. They can make you feel like you’re not worth a thing, And they can make you so mad, you wanna take their neck and wring.
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