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I was told I was beautiful,
What does that matter.
I always feel dreadful,
The dark always taking over.
Told only if I try harder,
I would fit in better.
So I became a snorter,
Fitting in with "the crowd."
I was dieing more inside,
Aching to see my feelings in blood.
And so in a stride,
I let that razer slide.
Still I was told I am beautiful,
Always trying to be hide.
Trying to be suitable,
Hiding how unstable I truly am.
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