A girl asked a guy if
she was pretty, he said no. She asked him if he wanted her, he said no. She asked him if she left would he cry, he said no.
--She turned to leave, he grabbed her arm and said..you're not pretty; you're beautiful. And I don't want you; I need you.
And I wouldn't cry if you left; I would die
it's better to be hated
for who you are, then to be loved for who your not
Everyone makes fun and says things about the cutter with the knife in the corner and they say to themselves how could
she do that but have they ever stopped to think that it could be them
No one is really who they seem to be... even if you live with someone, you don't really know them... so you just have
to decide who's fake personality you like the best and stick with them.
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