A vile apparition is summoned From the depths of this predictable object A physical being well know, bout undesired. It can not be altered to the fastidious dreams of the beholder Unless a miracle occurs in the sphere of mankind. They will have to endure the trait of their person, And only try to improve it in the hope of acceptance from their society.
Reason for writing:
I hate the way I look
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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