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May 2013
i wonder if i saw myself on the street if i'd think i was pretty
because my friends say i am
and sometimes
out of the corner of my eye
i see a pretty girl in the mirror
but she's always gone when i look straight at my face
tearstained and ugly
Molly Rosen
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