Often, I've wished someone liked me.
I've wished someone would want to be with me,
I've wished that they would care.
But I know I'd never be able to like them back.
I know no one would ever want to deal with me.
And I know no one could care, because I don't even care about myself.
Sometimes, I think that people might think I look nice.
But I look in the mirror and it tells me a different story,
one of asymmetry and ugliness and flabby stomachs and a million other awful horrible things.
Often, I've tried to like myself.
I've wished I would want to be in my skin.
I've wished I would care.
But I know I can't.
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