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Sep 2012
I’ve learned to accept my flaws
I’ve decided that I’m worth it
Looks aren’t really everything
But I’ve accepted my flaws, and that is what makes me perfect
No, looks aren’t really everything
But I love the way I look
And once you get a glance
I promise you’ll be hooked
I have a body you’ll never forget
Legs made for walkin’
If you’re seen with me
You’ll be sure to get people talkin’
But the catch is that I’m empty
Nothing good inside
No sympathy for my actions
No matter how hard I ******* try
so you see with me it’s like playing a game
But even I lost track of the score
You see, I am perfect on the outside
But nothing at the core
Kristyn Coral Botic
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