January 10, 2011
By , Durango, CO
why must my life be so difficult?
Everytime i look in the mirror
i see a pathetic teenage girl in front of me
flimsy light brown hair
dull blue eyes
and a short body
why do people call me pretty?
why do they say im beautiful?
cuz im not
im not pretty
im not tall
im not like everyone else
so why do i have friends?
why am i alive?
my life was pathetic
and always will be
unless someone or something can be a saving grace

and i think i found him

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