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Plain ***

My first time wasn't how I imagined

Says the words of most girls these days

When I had *** I had *** because I felt it was the right thing to do

I felt that the guy I thought I loved would appreciate me more

When only the complete opposite happened

But, at the time I didn't know that

I thought *** was the answer to my worries, problems, well my self confidence

I thought it would make me beautiful

When all along I never even understood what I was doing

The first time I understood what *** was,

Was not by having *** but the time I kissed him last year

When his eyes were sleepy shut, but I still seen the smile that appeared on his face

And from that moment on, I know that *** won't make me beautiful

But, I'm beautiful.

And at 2Am when we looked a mess, after that kiss

I understood that *** is only beautiful with someone  you love

And you can always be beautiful without it.

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jkela-smith
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Published
Jul 20, 2011
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