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Defining "Pretty"
They say I'm pretty
But am I really?
Am I pretty when I cry
Until my eyes are pink
And swollen shut?
When sometimes I beat myself
Until I'm black and purple?
Am I still pretty?
And am I beautiful
When I throw up my dinner
Because I'm never thin enough?
Or when deep within me
I want to be alone forever?
Am still pretty?
Am I pretty when I stress and stress
Until I shake uncontrollably?
Am I really?
Am I pretty when I cut myself to pieces
Like the words being recited in my head?
When my fears define my existence
And suddenly I'm consumed alive?
Am I pretty now?
But am I really?
Am I pretty when I cry
Until my eyes are pink
And swollen shut?
When sometimes I beat myself
Until I'm black and purple?
Am I still pretty?
And am I beautiful
When I throw up my dinner
Because I'm never thin enough?
Or when deep within me
I want to be alone forever?
Am still pretty?
Am I pretty when I stress and stress
Until I shake uncontrollably?
Am I really?
Am I pretty when I cut myself to pieces
Like the words being recited in my head?
When my fears define my existence
And suddenly I'm consumed alive?
Am I pretty now?
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