I dressed up. Made the effort to look somewhat beautiful in the eyes of others. All that, and I still feel inadequate. I don't like feeling the weight of expectations along my body. I'm not made of wax. I do my best to be loved. I wish for it to not be unnoticed for when I really care. 

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