All I ever wanted was to be beautiful.
That's all I can remember, since I was 4 years old.
Looking in the mirror,
And wishing I was prettier, lovelier,
Deserving of attention and affection.
It's funny how I glance at the mirror,
And still wish the same thing of myself.
So I slammed the door on my way out.
-Rue
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OLIVER'S SMALL COLLECTION OF POEMS!
PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
