human being., by charlie
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it is always the same,
boring,
routine.
why can't anyone,
look at me.
like i'm a human being?
is it my stare?
is it what i wear?
is it because,
they can't find the shits i give.
anywhere?
i don't care,
what they say.
cause i know i'm beautiful,
in my own special way.
so go ahead,
keep judging me.
at least i'm not fake,
at least i'm not a machine.
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Posted: 2019-03-10 18:36:55 UTC |
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