[My Identity]

[I'm just writing whatever comes to mind... Gonna use this for some plot of another story...]
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In the outside. . . I have friends.

In the outside. . . I have good grades.

In the outside. . . I am referred to as beautiful and at times, the target of affection.

In the outside. . . I am cheerful.

In the outside. . . I am athletic.

In the outside. . . I am regarded as perfect.




. . . But what about inside?. . .




In the inside. . . I have no true friends.

In the inside. . . I study every day using only second-hand books

In the inside. . . I am referred to as revolting, most of the time target of hatred and loathing.

In the inside. . . I am lonely.

In the inside. . . I am hurt.

In the inside. . . they see me as an imperfection. A mistake.

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Now, who am I really?

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I think you will know soon enough. For now, I bid you farewell.