omfg scrolling your dash in public is like playing russian roulette with a gun made of gay porn
"You’re not smart enough
those grades won’t get you very far”
she’s repeated those words to me for so long
they’ve left me scarred
"You’re not pretty enough for them to like you
stop trying so hard”
she’s told me too many times
"You should be embarrassed
your mistakes are too many to count”
those words haunted me at night
But after I realized that God sees me
as something different
I looked at myself in the mirror
and said "you’re wrong".
I never saw anything so true.
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