Who says?

You’re just a waste of conception;
Maybe I’ll never be better than this.
You’re a disgrace to womanhood;
Maybe finding my way to the abyss will atone for my sins.

You deserve to be abandoned in the purgatory;
Maybe the best life can offer is living in the chthonic.
You’re just too ugly, stupid and good for nothing;
Why can’t I just be happy?
Who says you’re not perfect?
Who says you’re not worthy?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
You wish you’ll find your way out of this oneiric;
Why let their opinions be the judge of your life?
You know you’ve made some expensive mistakes;
But that doesn’t mark the end, you’ve got to live beyond your past.
You’ve been condemned so much it hurts that you want to die;
Maybe that’s about them because God will not give up you.
You think you’ve had it all, can’t endure anymore and you’re not resourceful;
But just know to live doesn’t mean you’re alive and everybody dies but not everybody lives. . .

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