Beautiful
When people look at me
they call me beautiful
but i dont see
what they see
when i look
in a mirror
i see a girl with black hair
and dressed in black
from her head
to her toes
and cuts
on her wrist
so if people
who dont even know me
can call me beautiful
then why can't I
Say that
About myself?
I guess
I am Beautiful
But I know
my story
better then other
I won't for now
call myself
Beautiful
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