Looking through my glasses

May 6, 2014

With each day that pass

Fiends become a thing of the past

Parents like by eachother quick as fast

Judgement becomes important like life

Dark skin light skin clear skin mysterious skin

Will I be as beauitful as the next on the outside or only on the inside

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