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I don't know what you see ,but all I see is meSimple, sub par and just as bazaar,Not quite what a lady should be.Sometimes I stare and try to compareYet, I see nothing in the reflection, no apparent reason I should address my feelings of duress and sadness or my lack of perfection.The words I hear seem quite unclear when other try to describe me .They call me sweetheart, darling, and dear, as if they are trying to bribe meI know I can't look from the outside in;Sadly, I'm stuck in my own skinYet, I wish I knew what was lie and what's trueWhen people peer at me,And decide once and for all , who to them; I should finally be .
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