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Apr 2015
a label
something they said,
often
I was led to believe the real truth
the truth that i wasn't perfect nor was i extraordinary
The lies
The truth
nothing made sense anymore
ugly, fat, loner, creepy, weird
i was now a cereal box
many labels of not normal ingredients
cesca thorne
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cesca thorne  Florida
(Florida)   
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