How?
How can you look at me with such
love filled eyes when I can't even
offer an ounce of love to you?
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How can you think I'm beautiful
and still smile because to be honest
I'm flawed all over the place.
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How can you hold my hand in
public when I'm such an
embarrassment and only hurts
you back?
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How can you still love me when
I absolutely hate myself?
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poesíaa few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author
