How can the outside world be so beautiful.
When my life is in peril.
How can I be called beautiful.
When I feel ugly inside.
How can their be light.
When I am in the dark.
When I want to curl up and cry.
How can you still love me.
When I don't love you back.
What good things do you see in me.
When I can't see any of it.
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