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Nov 2017
I'm a French Fry at a burger joint
I'm always seen as less
No one really comes for me
I'm settled for, at best
I don't get my own wrapper
Or individuality
And before I got here
I was burned alive in grease
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
61
   Qweyku
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