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Nov 2018
It's time to dress up,
standing arms wide as you slide
me into yet another dress.

It's time to smile again,
you like seeing me look pretty
so I hold my head high.

It's time to look at me in the mirror, see if I really do look cute.

Oh...
(this isn't what I want)
How cute?
I don't understand what I'm supposed to do, I can't dress the way she wants me to and be happy with how I look.
Written by
writingsolo  17/F/America
(17/F/America)   
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