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White turns to black. Hearts began to crack. Eyes filled with salty tears, one of their biggest fears. Open casket, scared to see. A young girl staring back at me. For then I knew, the girl looking back, was me. - A.B
So many people, Fear themselves ‘I am ugly, but I want to be loved These words I shall repeat Until they are untrue’
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