He never described the way I looked. He only told me what he enjoyed of my interest.
He made me feel more amazing about myself on the inside and never really cared how I looked on the outside.
Maybe I'm not the most attractive person on the planet but he wasn't either and we both were just two ugly people starting to realize there was more maybe
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Philosophy Of A Teenager Loser
PoetryThis isn't for anyone to like just how I feel or felt about someone