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it slowly

killed

me inside.

i wish

you could've

seen yourself.

i wish

you could've

seen what

i still see.

you didn't like

the color of your hair.

you didn't like

the shape of your body.

you didn't like

the color of your eyes.

i wish you could've seen

how

beautiful

you are.



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