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Jun 2017
Please
Ask me if I work here
Tell me, you don't have any spare change
Try not to make eye contact
Just focus on how worn my shoes are
On the fact that my clothes don't match
And i'm so sorry
Im not shiny, pretty, thin
And that
You felt uncomfortable
Because I exist here too
Written by
MyselfWhenIWasFreer
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