Normally when people stare at me I get uncomfortable. It riddles me with anxiety thinking about all the things I don't like about myself that people might notice. But when you look at me it feels different. The way you study my entire being, like the paint strokes on a canvas. Appreciating every single "imperfection". Like you are admiring a work of art.
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spookystargirl (
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I relate. I like this
Yeah, some can look and appreciate, others, bog off.
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