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Apr 2013
I wish I wasn't broken.
I wish I wasn't so "vain."
Apparently I'm "egotistical"
And drive quite a few people insane.

But how is this so,
When I'm so insecure?
And I can't ever help myself,
for always wanting more.

Why judge one for smiling,
Because you're not?
Just because I'm making sweet memories,
And you're making less than lot.

Don't judge a book,
By it's cover.
You never know exactly,
what lies under.
The first two stanzas are something I was working on all morning. Recently someone noticed how many pictures I take of myself, and they called me "egotistical". It kind of hurt my feelings, but I blew it off and instead of being rude, I wrote this. I take photos of myself enjoying the scenery and people around me. If they have a problem with it, then confront me about it. I don't see how it bothers others, if what I'm doing doesn't even effect them. End rant. :)
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
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