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Jan 2016
I lived a lie with you for so long the only way
I could express any truth would be
to humiliate myself.
Every day you would search and search until
you found the perfect reason to admonish me.
It was all because of who I
was.

Excuse me, Miss Princess,
I do not believe you are perfect.
Nobody grows by seeing everyone in
their low brow appearance.
How I told you looked beautiful though
you couldn’t bear to see your own self
in your own skin.

Though the advantages I take and
use to stand my guard will never
be anything you will ever work up to
nor will you accept yourself.
Don’t shame, just work.

Never let anyone’s appearance infuriate you.
Just call yourself beautiful.
I won’t do it again,
you’re just taking every hand reached down for you
to grab for granted.
Thus,
you suffer.
That is all
you ever
wanted
for me.
Luna Casablanca
Written by
Luna Casablanca
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   Michael L and The Dedpoet
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