I give up.

I give up trying to present myself,

make myself appeasing to the eye.

I give up living up to other peoples absurd standards.

Being someone who im not, just to appease the opposite sex, and those who are aorund me.

I don't love myself, I hate myself.

Not be able to control the situation,

breaks me, my mind hurts from trying to understand.

But there is a sollution. 

I failed twice, third time lucky?

I hope so. 

I really do, becasue honestly I just give up.

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My community
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