I get lonely sometimes.
I want to talk, see people, laugh with them.
Thus I looked at photographs of myself today.
Not just my face.
My face isn't the issue, I always like my face.
I have a pretty face, I know that much, yet I hesitate.
To put myself out there, see people, flirt with them
I looked at the way my whole body looked
How unattractive, I thought.
How unappealing.
O to stay lonely a little while longer
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Shequinah Nanshanapa
Writer of fiction, of lives lived and imagined. For those interested in entertaining a conversation and sharing ideas, you can reach me here:
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