She isn't beautiful in the worlds the eyes.
The world doesn't know where true beauty lies. She doesn't eat just to be thin. she's not comfortable in her own skin. Every day she wants to die, no one will ever see her cry. Someone to hold is her dream, She's invisible, would they hear her scream?
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The world is a shallow and selfish place and good people are written off. A terrible shame. Thank you for sharing, Dark poet 55. Peace