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Why must you be this way? Full of blemishes and discolor. I know God wanted me to look a certain way, but i'm sure he didn't intend for this. I try and try to have a clear face, but nothing seems to help. I look at my reflection and cry, cry, cry. Even though my outside isn't so beautiful, at least my inside is.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Face
Why must you be this way? Full of blemishes and discolor. I know God wanted me to look a certain way, but i'm sure he didn't intend for this. I try and try to have a clear face, but nothing seems to help. I look at my reflection and cry, cry, cry. Even though my outside isn't so beautiful, at least my inside is.
God thinks I'm beautiful and that's all I need.
wildheart
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
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