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Don't judge me. You don't know my life, my circumstances, My heartbreak. It seems like people only care about How they measure up to others. They are disgraced by people who can't measure-- Disgraced by me. But no one knows. No one knows its me. Sometimes I hate my name. It happens when I hate my self. Called out in shame, No one had time to listen, Time to hold me, Time to care. Do they know what they are doing? Do they know the difference between put downs And let downs? Do they know that the pain they give me Is worse than any physical pain I have endured? If they do, They don't care. They live to measure; I can't measure. But, How sweet it is When I get called beautiful. Who knew I could be beautiful? Me, the blandest and saddest pretender in the world-- Beautiful? I'm feeling of worth, My world is changing. What he says is worth all the heartbreak in the world.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Girasole
Don't judge me. You don't know my life, my circumstances, My heartbreak. It seems like people only care about How they measure up to others. They are disgraced by people who can't measure-- Disgraced by me. But no one knows. No one knows its me. Sometimes I hate my name. It happens when I hate my self. Called out in shame, No one had time to listen, Time to hold me, Time to care. Do they know what they are doing? Do they know the difference between put downs And let downs? Do they know that the pain they give me Is worse than any physical pain I have endured? If they do, They don't care. They live to measure; I can't measure. But, How sweet it is When I get called beautiful. Who knew I could be beautiful? Me, the blandest and saddest pretender in the world-- Beautiful? I'm feeling of worth, My world is changing. What he says is worth all the heartbreak in the world.
Girasole Definition: An opal which turns red in the sunlight.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
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