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Dear Sweater that is to small for me now, at 16 I lived in you at 17 you helped me learn to hate my body and at 18 my best friend had to pry me from within your stretched out, past due hold you’re still in the back of my closet somewhere.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Letters to boys who have the right to remain nameless; Part 1
Dear Sweater that is to small for me now, at 16 I lived in you at 17 you helped me learn to hate my body and at 18 my best friend had to pry me from within your stretched out, past due hold you’re still in the back of my closet somewhere.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
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