I look myself in the mirror one last time before I step towards the door.
I really don't mind how I look
Since it seems on my prettiest days
You ignore me.
And on my worst,
You make me laugh all through the day.
Do I understand it?
No.
Do I accept it?
Yes.
However I've learned from this regime two things;
One-
Looking pretty doesn't get me your beautiful words
And,
Two-
Looking like myself
is what you seem to like best.
Will I accept this?
Well,
If it means you,
Then I guess,
Yes.
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