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May 2020
Tattoos and dyed hair,
your parents would keep you in their prayers
"I hope my baby-boy finds someone a little more bare"
Piercings and a bad mouth,
then things would just go south.
To erase my trace, not even hair
They hope I vanish into thin air.
I don't fit into your lifestyle
I'm not picture perfect,
I've been through my fair share of wear and tear.
So you scramble to get your thoughts put together.
But you find me in everywhere.
One day you'll realizes your words were unfair
and ask me to come back but I'm no longer there.
You'll call my phone time after time
only to hear her say one more time
"I"m sorry but the caller you've reached is no longer available.
I am more than my appearance.
Written by
Crystal  20/F
   Bogdan Dragos
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