A question that itches to be asked;
Why do I keep putting myself through this?
Why do I keep saying yes?
Why can't I just say no
And save everyone a lot of time and energy?
Sometimes I wish
I was horribly ugly
Disgustingly ugly
Sometimes I wish
People saw me
As I see me
They'd be a lot less keen
To try and talk to me.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
February 24th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:14 AM 0 comments
Labels: photography, poem, relationships, screech
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