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Jxliee
Guest
It bothers me I’m not what you define as perfect.
I’m sorry that I do not have bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a skinny waist and perfect thighs.
I enjoy being the one who some how makes you smile.
But deep inside all I hear are lies.
My stone cold soul shivers inside, as words repeated slowly destroy the innocence inside.
The swan slowly dies, and becomes an ugly corpse.
I feel the words cutting in, physically and painfully.
My sanity slowly drifting.
I know I’m going crazy,
I want to leave it all behind.
I’m sorry that I do not have bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a skinny waist and perfect thighs.
I enjoy being the one who some how makes you smile.
But deep inside all I hear are lies.
My stone cold soul shivers inside, as words repeated slowly destroy the innocence inside.
The swan slowly dies, and becomes an ugly corpse.
I feel the words cutting in, physically and painfully.
My sanity slowly drifting.
I know I’m going crazy,
I want to leave it all behind.
