[ found on a makeup set ]
it is depressing to see what i
have become. a broken girl
using makeup to wash away
the pain, and don't tell me i
am beautiful because i know
the truth. i'm hideous. besides,
who can ever love me when i
can't even learn to love myself?
- julietta
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flawless
Poetrywe are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.
