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Sep 2015
I will never let it go
I've been told to dye it a natural colour
So I could get a job
But what is the point of getting a job if you can no longer be who you are
Ellie Shelley
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Ellie Shelley  18/Androgynous/Nothing is real
(18/Androgynous/Nothing is real)   
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