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May 2018
stop telling me i'm "pretty".
I am not.
stop telling me I've got the best smile around.
I don't.
I'm not as "perfect" as you may think.
I'm a mess.
and no I'm a beautiful mess.
im a storm.
a roaring,
storm.
stop telling me lies.

-l.j.t.
lia jay
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lia jay  18/F/Minnesota
(18/F/Minnesota)   
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