Louis stood in front of a mirror.
All he had on was his boxers.
He couldn't take his eyes off his body.
In the mirror he saw a sad, oveweight boy that was littered with
Imperfections.
He hated it.
"Pretty boy" they called him.
He was no pretty boy.
He was ugly and fat.
All Louis saw were his imperfections.
He couldn't see that the imperfections made him perfect in a way.
Maybe that's what broke him.
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Pretty Boy ✓
PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
