I'm imperfect.
My hair doesn't always fall exactly into place.
My eyeliner tends to be a smudge off.
I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm nothing close to beautiful.
I'm not deeply depressed, but sometimes I just can't find the bright side.
I'm tired of the days where the sun is bright expecting me to shine like it.
I have expectations for myself that I cannot live up to.
I just want to take a walk in the rain, blast music in my ears and forget.
Start out fresh.
Become something different.
Anything but me.
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