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Aug 2018
Your new girl.
I bet shes beautiful.
I bet i could never even compare to her tan skin and blonde hair;
But,
On the nights when your parents are arguing is she gonna be there?
To hold you whilst you cry
And play with your hair?
Did she pray to have you
Or were you just another person to come through?
I needed you.
She wanted you.
Can you tell the difference?
I know I'll never be her but she'll never be me either.

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Anonymous  14/F
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   Olivia A Keaton
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