Paper Wings
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Is beauty only skin deep? I guess that depends on how we are raised...
Have you ever floated endlessly in a sea of thoughts? Trapped, stumbling within your own mind. Go ahead, scream. No one can hear you. These demons are in beaded deep in my thin pale skin. Not visible to the naked eye. But things you can't see aren't real, are they? At least that's my mother's philosophy.
You see it's difficult when your mother is everything that you are not. Beautiful, loved, and wanted. The definition of perfect....
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