Everyone will say that I was beautiful.
Everyone will say that I was special.
Everyone will say that they loved me.
But Now When I'm Alive
Everyone tells me that I'm ugly.
Everyone tells me that I'm just like the rest.
No one shows me they really love me.
So maybe it's better to be dead.
Goodbye.
(It's sad because it's true...)
Love,
A
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