but will i ever be good enough for myself?
my mother tells me i'm beautiful and my father says he's proud of me. but will i ever stop magnifying the flaws stitched onto my skin and the shortcomings rooted deep within me?
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
