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May 2016
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say
But could anyone find beauty in me?
With my tousled golden blonde waves that fall in my face
And cover my crystal blue doe eyes
Legs too long, feet to big
"You'll grow into it," they said
But never did
Skinny, but never quite skinny enough
My oversized sweatshirts swallow me up
So tell me, someone, anyone, what do you see?
Is there beauty in a girl like me?
I'll never smile, when I look in the mirror
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say
Sweater Weather
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Sweater Weather  20/F/Indiana//Kentucky
(20/F/Indiana//Kentucky)   
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