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Are You?

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MikkiMarie

Published: Apr 8, 2013

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Literature Text

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?

I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.

I'm not perfect.

Are you?

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chick17

Apr 8, 2013

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This was truly amazing.... I loved it very much and it is definatley true. People really don't get we are. I thought this had a great impact on me and it will probably have a impact on other s also. It was a beautifully amazing piece of work. Please write more for us all to enjoy... <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="

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I also believe that you should write more for us to understand how much words can hurt. How much pain people can cause one person to feel through the words that other's speak to them. So I thank you for writing this amazing piece of literature.

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