I will be stunned to disbelief.
I will cry myself to sleep.
I will crave your approval,
I will crave your approval,
and dread your touch.
I will spend mornings
Looking in the mirror
Searching for a flaw,
For what it was you saw
That inspired you to say that,
Searching for my self-esteem,
and I will pretend I didn't hear.
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