Manipulation
April 28, 2013
Ugly.
The mirror calls me Ugly, Ugly, Ugly.
Beautiful, he says.
So Beautiful.
Tonight, Babe? Today? He says.
No, I say. No.
Pretty, he says. Just pretty.
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Bela
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you