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I Dont Know How To Win My Life

Im the girl that never gets called pretty, I know it might not seem that important, but when everyone looks at you and stares like: Your some kind-of freak that nobody likes, That you were wishing to be buried alive, Do you know how it feels or is it just me, I try to fight this life to be the person I wanna be, and laughter in the distence, just makes me believe that I cant win this life that wants to follow me

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Date: 4/27/2012 1:33:00 PM
A very touching write Katie. May be you should come out of this state of self pity. Beauty is skin deep and is not everlasting. The important thing is virtues. So don't bother. With other qualities in you beauty is of secondary importance. -Mohammad
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