You tell me im pretty and I dont believe you.
You tell me you miss me and I dont believe you.
you tell me im perfect and I dont believe you.
But you tell me im ugly, fat, worthless and I do believe you.
You tell me to follow my heart, but when my hearts in a million pieces which piece do I follow.
Hi heart, stop liking him, you're hurting yourself!
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