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May 2016
Little girl,
Stop dancing on your own; chasing
And biting – we aren't animals.
And I know it’s hard to change when
It’s your body you’re trying to hate
But unless you say you are ice and more,
We both know you’ll
Keep melting.
Hold your head high and smile, kid.
Adrienne
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