Why here she asks and in response I said because if I'm here I can't hear their lips when they part pointing out all of my flaws I am supposed to believe that someone one day will think are beautiful but yet in the midst of air amongst others talk about them as if I am a ghost to there words
If I am here they can't see me they can't tell that I've been crying because of their words and how deep they cut if I am here I can't see them make fun of me I can't see the insecurities they put into acting out the way I am and not knowing what made me this way not knowing my past.
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