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Jul 2018
Mornings.

I go to the freezer and pick out a waffle

Why are waffles the way they are?

They have craters
They break
And they flake

So I yell

"Why cant you be like the pancake?!"
So full
So soft

"Isnt that what breakfast food is supposed to be?!"

I sit back down

And finish my waffle.
Your scars and uniqueness make you who you are. You dont have to be a pancake to be a great breakfast food!
Kelsey
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Kelsey  24/F/RI
(24/F/RI)   
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