(short story)
© osello
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The shape of me was confined into what he looked at me as.

I was pretty, confident, kind and smart.

but I was so much more.

I may be pretty but my eyes are a constant reminder of my father, so I never look at my reflection. I'm confident because if I'm not I spiral into my insecurities. I am kind because I know what it feels like to feel worthless, useless. I am smart because I strive to give my future family a better life than my own.

but there's more than that. I'm also a painter, but I could never let him know that... he would think little of me.

I love children, but I keep that to myself around him.

I have a worn down heart that still shines love and he can't see it.

I am a few words with stories of explanations that he has never heard.
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