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| Do you know what it's like, to come home with wet eyes? Do you know what it's like, when your self-esteem dies? To feel that no one in the world, respects you for being you. When you look in the mirror, you feel like there's nothing you can do. Your eyes are too dark, your hairs too light, your legs are too fat, and nothing ever turns out just right. To have a friend, or someone close, a dream that seems so far fetched. Living life is a constant blow, with nowhere to fall, nowhere to go. Until, the day comes where you're sick, of not having a reason to breathe. Find that one thing you love, one thing you adore, and you'll find that reason and more. Don't be fake, don't be something you're not. What you possess cannot be sold or bought. Your eyes are brown, your eyes are blue, don't dream of them being something new. Your hair is light, your hair is too straight, it wasn't a curse, it was fate. You don't have to love yourself, just respect who and what you are. After that, your dreams and wishes, really aren't that far. |