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Beautiful Destruction

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LECTURAS 53
Votos 5
Partes 1
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anxiety depression eatingdisorder mentalhealth shortstory suicide youngadult

Everyone has flaws, has imperfections. Nobody can be perfect, after all. 

	It's funny, looking at yourself in the mirror. One day you'll love the little splattering of freckles along your nose, or the way your clothes fit just right, or the way your hair falls into perfect curls. The next day, those freckles could be the ugliest thing you've ever seen, your clothes the bane of your existence, your hair a mess unable to be fixed.

	I stopped looking at the mirror a long time ago.Todos los derechos reservados

anxiety depression eatingdisorder mentalhealth shortstory suicide youngadult

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