I'm the blue eyes blond
The perfect body every girl dreams of
I was the basic everyone wants to be you girl
Part of me wondered why people wanted it look like me
A person can look amazing on the outside but look horrible on the inside
In my case that's true
On the inside I was a trapped soul begging for happiness
Fake smiles
Constant opinions
On the inside I wasn't the pretty blue eyed Blondie with a perfect body
I was a soul looking for escape while my body held me down by chains bruising my wrist
I had a perfect family
Perfect friends
Perfect life
It was too perfect
Too perfect
But my mind was eating me
So many opinions about me
My body
My personality
I broke myself
So now I'm a broken soul waiting for someone to put my prices back together
I miss when I didn't go to war with my mind
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