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she walks silently,
her eyes move a mile a minute,
her hair covers her face;
she's so insecure.
she hopes nobody ever watches,
but he does.
she hates her appearance,
but he doesn't.
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how sad it is
that she is so blind to her true beauty
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« - b.b. — 10/29/17 »

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