Make me feel beautiful

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By student

Recently, I've been sleeping when the pain becomes too great. I stay up way past midnight, even when I know that it's late. Sometimes, I even starve myself, and I think that it's okay. Because I remember and feel bad, about all that I ate yesterday, People tell me I'm beautiful, and I know that it's a lie. Empty words are all it is, and it makes me want to cry. It always makes me hate myself, and I really fucking do. But I just can't help it, you know, listening to you.

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