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I love all those pretty words. I'm in love with sweaters, floppy hats, and songs that seem to mean nothing but really mean the world to someone. Big bright eyes and heart shapped hands. I'm not sure of myself, I don't fit the discription of pretty or beautiful. I guess this makes me me. Maybe its okay to be this way. I guess its not every impressive, but I'm not really here to impress you.