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I don't believe


I've beed hurt Hurt to the point where I can't no I don't even see myself as beautiful I act like I care how I look I put a show and try to make it seem I'm into my own looks I act conceded But truth... I hate what I see in the mirror I take my glasses off just so I won't see I get complements all the time I get hit on from time to time But nothing has changed how I look at myself I've been in relationships where I lost my pride I've lost confidence I've lost myself So when someone says I look beautiful I don't believe them
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Cupcakecuttie

My work goes with the beat of how I feel to when I remember a memory I want to talk about it to random thoughts

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Cupcakecuttie
I'm ok thank you for asking
Wired6
<p>Hi Cup Cake Cuttie,how u doing?&nbsp;</p><p>I really like this. X</p>

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