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Insecure


A love hate for my body Are consumed by a misunderstanding mind I look at myself with love and hate at the same time What I have is a confusing set of eyes What I have is a uneven heart with a perception that is dissected by the visions of what I think I should look like I'm not perfect but I wish I was I'm not everything I dream to see  Blinded by the models I see on tv I fix my hair I fix my make up I put on the latest fashion All of a sudden I have found love in me I feel like a queen I look like a goddess I look like a dream What a twisted love game I play on me I call myself beauty and the beast Love myself one day then hate myself the next day I'm beautiful one day then ugly the next day I see perfection one day then imperfect the next day I'm at war with my mind and my body I'm at war with my beauty and my ugly
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