2017-10-16 - 7:28 a.m.
You complain about my hair You make me want to swear or the chubbiness in my cheeks which somehow gives you the creeps Then you go on with my nose as if that isn't close to insulting my appearance You won't even waste your chance After that, the colour of my skin too dark for you that I need some whitening cream but I'm not your canvass God, why won't you give it a rest? Next, is my extra fat which you consider really bad You act like you've earned a PhD on how to be healthy They tell me to ignore you so that's what I do but hey, you still carry on even when I've had it; I'm done Perhaps you think you mean well but your big, nasty mouth has been my living hell How do I get you to shut up without slapping you to stop? Who are you to judge? Why do you keep playing God? Perhaps, I'm not your ideal beauty but hey, your wicked heart is really, really ugly! R. (Jakarta, 26/9/2017 - 6:40 pm)
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