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Pretty

Long brown hair

Foolish eyes

Broken heart

Twisted cries

 

How the hell am I pretty?

 

I rely on self destruction as a distraction from real life.

 

That's not pretty.

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Written by
brokenpromise
Published
Jun 25, 2014
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7·29
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Somebody called me pretty......

Not at all.

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#broken#sad#selfharm#pretty
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