I want to be called beautiful too.
I want people to say I am a beauty.
I deserve to be called beautiful too.
But all of these I don't want them to know.
I feel ugly but I want to be pretty, then I'll be beautiful.
I don't want to be just pretty, being called like that leaves a feeling of emptiness inside me.
I want to be beautiful from the inside out.
I want everyone to see how beautiful I am from the inside out.
I want them to see I am not just pretty, I am beautiful.
I am more than a face, more than a body, more than an empty can who keeps on shouting.
I don't want to feel like an empty vessel who lives life listlessly.
I don't want to be the ugly kid I always used to be.
I was tainted, almost got abused by someone, and I thought it was fine because it made me feel good.
I also did it to myself because it really felt good.
It felt so good I almost got addicted to it.
Did I reach that point of dependency?
I guess I did.
It felt so good I forgot I was an ugly kid.
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