The world that I live in is purple.
Sometimes I forget how special I am,
not because I hardly hear them say you are beautiful or I love the way you talk, or even the way they look at me as if I was some supernatural being, but the way they do and say all of these things together at once.
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not because I hardly hear them say you are beautiful or I love the way you talk, or even the way they look at me as if I was some supernatural being, but the way they do and say all of these things together at once.
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