Ugly

by SilentTearDrops   Feb 20, 2006


The imperfectiong, she could not handle.

all she ever wanted

was to feel beautiful

a precious princess of some sort

nothing more then a little perfection would have given her happiness

but as each day has passed

her beauty just felt less

theres nothing she could really do

her life was such a mess

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