I will never be mysterious and ****
Charming or beautiful
Talented, unattainable
With a smooth voices and a soft chuckle
I will always laugh too loud
Talk too long with a choppy voice
Have frizzy hair and a crooked smile
Awkward and accident prone, boring
I'll never be my ideal thought of beauty
Will I ever be okay with that?
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
I will never be mysterious and ****
Charming or beautiful
Talented, unattainable
With a smooth voices and a soft chuckle
I will always laugh too loud
Talk too long with a choppy voice
Have frizzy hair and a crooked smile
Awkward and accident prone, boring
I'll never be my ideal thought of beauty
Will I ever be okay with that?
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