I used to believe him when he told me I was beautiful.
Because I was, at least on the inside.
But I don't have that anymore.
My soul is too unpure, too ugly.
My heart is in the same condition.
So if you were to ever tell me I was beautiful,
I'd have to assume you were lying, or just unaware.
And that kind of hurts.
:/
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