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Jan 2020
No one will ever truly know
How much I cry
No one will ever truly know
How much I lie
No one will ever truly know
The things I hide
No one will ever truly know
What’s kept inside
No one will ever truly know
What I’ve seen,

The things I keep with me.
You’ll never see, the beautiful in me, because the ugly is the ugliest thing, more ugly than the beauty, and so that’s all you’ll see....But the ugly you see is actually my beauty, and the beauty you don’t pay attention to is the lies I show you to cover the true ugly about me, but you ignore it and scrutinise what you call ugly, because subconsciously you know it’s beauty and you can’t help but envy.
Written by
Josh  17/M/England
(17/M/England)   
104
   Juneau
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