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Jan 2015
"do not try to be pretty you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky do not let anyone ever simplify you to pretty"
a friend told me this when I was in a place that I do not want to return
for I didn't know who I was and all I did was strive to be pretty
she made me realize that I did not need to be pretty
for I am anything I want to be
I am the dirt and soil of the world
I create life
I am a greasy big old Bigmac
I may be unhealthy kind of gross looking
but who cares
I was not made to look pretty
I was made to make you happy and that's what I strive to do
to make you and everyone else happy including me
nicole smith
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nicole smith  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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