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Dec 2015
Mama says I'm skinny
I cry as I throw up tonight's dinner
Mama says I'm beautiful
I paint endless layers to hide my true face
Mama says I'm smart
I have a mental breakdown in the bathroom during school because I failed a quiz
Mama says I'm perfect
But how can I be perfect if all I feel is pain
How can I be perfect if I can count every flaw
How can I be perfect with so many imperfections
There's no such thing as perfect
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