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Jul 2018
Social media kills your self-love.
Who am I
when she is she?
Her lips,
her smile,
her teeth,
they're perfect.
& well,
I'm me.

But honey, don't you see
the most beautiful thing to be is you.
No one has your attributes,
no one's eyes light up like yours,
they don't crack a smile the same way you can.

-you are one of a kind, sunshine.
We compare ourselves to others too much. Way too much.
bri
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bri  23/F
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