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Wednesday, April 16, 2008


6 lines, 10 beats per

Sometimes, I start to think I'm the perfect
weight for myself; then she comes into my
room and tries on all my new clothes, saying
loud, "They look better on me," or, "If you
hadn't stretched this one out so much, I could
wear it." The saddest part is that she's right.

I'm sorry- you can't be a completely normal teenage girl unless you feel inadequate at least once.

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