I'm nothing compared to what I want to be.I'm imperfect.
My hair doesn't always fall exactly into place.
My eyeliner tends to be smudge off.
I don't thing I'm ugly.
But I'm not close to be beautiful.
I'm not deeply to be depressed.
But sometimes I just can't find the bright side.
I'm tired of the days where the sun is bright expecting me to shine the like it.
I have expectations of myself
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