Pretty Girl
You couldv'e been somebody
You know,
I don't tell them I am ashamed
Shame is a bad thing
You know,
It keeps you down
For those who do not belong here,
But are here
My skinny arms,
My feet are ugly
I dont have nice clothes
I am ashamed,
But this isn't it
It doesnt matter
Don't tell them,
But you are the prettiest girl here.
-k.t
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