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Aug 29
They consistently remarked for me to glance up at the stars and make a wish however when I wish to be adored and beautiful like her it never fing works.
Never f
ing works
Never ever f*ing works
Guess it was all a lie but so is my life, wake up daily wishing I wasn’t alive, wishing I was elegant and content but that wish is never granted.
A poem regarding how insecure I can get.
Written by
Cheyenne Smith
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       Aubrey, BR Dragos, Fawn and Khoi-San
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