Sometimes I wish that you would atleast look at me No, not like that Don't do that Don't look at me... My body... My face... My appearance... Actually look Look into my eyes And tell me what you see Tell me WHO you see Look into my heart My soul What makes me... me And tell me who I am now? Then tell me, if I'm worth anything at all.Birth sign: Scorpio
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