Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I look at her
so perfect,
so fly,
so pretty,
so immaculate,
paradisaic,
A-ok,
unlike me.
She’s blameless,
spotless,
unblemished,
utopian,
pure,
certain,
symmetrical,
everyone wants to see.
Oh, why can’t I be?
Why am I just me?

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