More than that,
Beauty is plague.
A disease.
Vanity.
Sick perfectionism,
Rude prejudice,
Conceit.
Downfall of moral.
Desctruction of value.
Death of friendship.
It tears you up inside.
Unrelenting,
Neverending,
No escape.
This self-concious mental illness leaves your heart exploding in ur chest. Terrified of what others think. Scared of how you apear. I fear there's no way to make this nightmare end.
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