you call me beautiful, yet i am nothing to be admired. i am the personification of disappointment and waste.
i am artificial. this is pretend.
would you still claim to love me if you knew my true form?
am i real
you call me beautiful, yet i am nothing to be admired. i am the personification of disappointment and waste.
i am artificial. this is pretend.
would you still claim to love me if you knew my true form?