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Feb 2020
I wish
Whenever I entered
My washroom of judgement,
I could look in the mirror
And question:
“Who is that handsom SOB?”

Instead,
I think of 6 random dudes.
Three look better than I do,
And three look worse,
But the latter all have girlfriends.
I wish I’d stop comparing myself to others. Dudes care about looks too, sometimes even more than women do. (I don’t care enough to try improving my looks tho)
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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