Some people say I'm beautiful, others say I'm not. Others don't care, and some just hate me. But when I look into the mirror, I just see the same goofy, weird face I've seen for the past thirteen years, and I don't see myself as beautiful. I don't get how people base others as beautiful or ugly. I mean, if we're all different, then are we really?
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
