Insecurities
Am I as comely as you are?  Why don't you like me? Why do people hate me? Why they just walk and fade away? Am I as homely as I am? Why I can't be friend of yours? Do I deserve to be treated like this? Why do I felt like I'm nonexistence? Can you just spare some heed? I'm just wanted to be part of you. Is it unfair to hope for that? I'm tired, tired to be different. Judgment   eats my whole me. Discomfort, disclaim, disconsolate. All of that burn me into pieces. Why life is so selfish, self-love.
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Cheyanne Jones
That is what I feel like all the time.
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2018-08-10 13:08:38
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Madison Tyler
Nice piece
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