I just want to be what I aspire to be.
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No one sees me when it’s 3am. After I’ve idolized flawless girls for hours. No one sees me when I sit in front of a mirror staring at myself, for hours. Trying to make something good. Trying to make something appealing. Drowning in makeup and burnt hair. Tears leaving indents in layers of foundation. Sniffling in the dead of the night so no one can hear me. Picking out every flaw and making everything worse. No one sees me at this time. Because if someone were to somehow, see me. I’d be ashamed of myself. And I already am. Disappointed, ashamed, low. Nearly nothing.
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