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Self Esteem


I feel ugly.

I dont. No I can't come close to the beautiful he see. 

Girls with long luscious hair and beautiful big brown eyes.

Skinny and thick.

While I'm sitting in a chair with a big head. Dark skin. And a fat body.

I can't compare to such beauty like him.

My self esteem is low from his presence.

He will not think of me as I will think of him.

He will be home with the one he truly loves.

Does he have a true love??

She's probably beautiful ... Soooo... Beautiful.

Gosh I hate him.

He is turning my head upside down.

He is bringing my self esteem underneath hell.

He is probably not even worth the looks and the glances.

Hmmm now I'm addicted

now I'm going to ran

and giggle

and prance

and jump

and smile and be something new.

Until I find the truth.

then I'm back in this chair with a big head. Dark skin. And a fat body. 

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