that when you start getting to know me, you'll be scared
off. You're new, which is exciting for me, but I'm not new
enough to believe everything you're telling me.
People always lie.
I'm tired, and I've lost what I loved about waking up in
the morning. Motivation gone, and these people and places
never change, never grasp at anything other than what
is handed to them. I want something else.
People are never surprises.
And you proved me right. You're so vain, I bet you think this is about you.
I've never felt uglier, more human, and weak.
Right now, I just need you to tell me you think I'm beautiful.
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