She’s so sick of never being beautiful enough, never being stronger, or better. She’s sick of going home everyday and wishing she was someone else. For once she wants to look in the mirror and be happy for what she sees back. She’s so sick of everyone telling her ‘You can do so much better than that.’ Well, maybe she can’t. She’s sick of people bringing her down and telling her that she isn’t good enough. But I guess all she really wants is somebody to look her in her eyes and tell her, ‘I love you.’
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