You label me as pretty, but do you truly comprehend the depth behind my beauty? Do you understand the intricate tapestry that is my life, woven with experiences both bitter and sweet, that have shaped me into the person I am today? Have you ever wondered about the origins of my existence, about the two people whose love and sacrifices brought me into this world? Do you know my family and the pain they've left behind? Have you ever asked yourself why the joyous celebration of my birth is a day I dread instead of anticipate? Why the mere mention of my birthday brings a shadow over my countenance, a dark cloud that threatens to eclipse my usually radiant demeanor? And that particular month of the year that everyone else seems to love, do you know why I regard it with such distaste, such aversion? Why the mere thought of its arrival fills me with an inexplicable dread that I struggle to shake off? You might wonder why I care so much about what others think, why their opinions hold such sway over me. It's a question I grapple with myself, a burden I bear. The weight of the world's judgments is not a light one, and it's a weight I carry with me each day. And then there's my emotions, a tumultuous sea that I navigate with difficulty. Opening up about them, revealing my vulnerabilities, is a task that's harder than you might think. It's like standing at the edge of a precipice, staring down into the unknown, unsure of what awaits at the bottom. Now, tell me, am I still pretty in your eyes? If you delve into my past, uncover the trials and tribulations that have marked my journey, would you still find me attractive? Would the knowledge of my struggles taint your perception of me, or would it enhance the beauty you see? If you truly saw me, the real me, with all my imperfections and flaws, would you accept me? Will you accept me for who I am? Will you even love me?
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