I am pretty
I look around
everyone is wearing make up
I look at my mirror
and realize I'm the only one without
I see him talking to a girl
she is wearing a lot of make up
I look at my mirror
and realize I'm the only one without
I sit infront of my mirror
surrounded by expensive magazines
I look at my mirror
and tell myself that I will be pretty
I get to school
and see him walking by
I walk past him
and tell myself that I am pretty
I hear footsteps
and I turn around
I see him coming towards me
and tell myself that I am pretty
I see his hand wiping off my eyeshadow
and I look at him without my make up
He handed out a mirror similing
and told me that I am pretty
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