
Sometimes I get jealous of other people having beautiful eyes, blue, green and grey are perfectly fine like people describe in my favorite books and mine is like a coal in a mine, not that coal who turns into diamonds but a coal who meant to be burned
I wish I can be perfect too
A man with dignity and fight for honor
And here is me, a potato in steak, no taste at all just existing cause someone put me here
Golden hair with perfect shape lips
A picture perfect, a carbon copy of the heavenly ones
And I'm sure I looked like the devil that everybody loathe
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