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Jun 2016
people always tell me
you're pretty, you'll be okay
but its ****.
beneath all the 'pretty'
rugged, rotten, broken
happiness just out of my reach
success also mocking me
im consumed by a darkness
that constantly thrusts me down
further and further
into a world of ugly

so what good is the 'pretty'
when im rotting away inside
i will never understand how so many people can minimize everything. they chose to see the tiny tip of the iceberg, and say its all going to be okay because, look how pretty?
abs
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abs  Logan
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