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Apr 2016
Such a sweet little girl.
How her hair falls into little twirls.
Spending hours each morning molding her body into perfection.
She isn't her reflection.
With my desperation to save her.
I no longer was my fathers daughter.
Hope u appreciate it.
Yeah stupid *****.
Can't believe I called you my sister.
Ana S
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