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Aug 2017
When the lines turn to curves
And flat chests turn to *******,
When the skin feels wrong
And the body feels alien,
Remind yourself there is something underneath it all;
A soul dwelling deep inside,
Waiting for you to call it out
And show you who you truly are.
Written by
sophia sacal  17/F/mexico
(17/F/mexico)   
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