Look at me. What, do you think I’m beautiful, perfect, a princess for you to covet and adore, to whisk away, to make you daring and make you good? Do you think I can redeem you? With just my smile, do you think I can make your wishes true? Look at me. Look close. Look at the tracery of scars, the disfiguring burns beneath the crystal mask. Look, and see that I am hideous. See me and know the cruelty of humanity.
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