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Jun 2013
I wasn't aloud to  like myself.
Without permission.
                         "Do I feel pretty today?"
"No."
                          "Am I happy today?"
"No."
                           "You're hurting me."
"Some call it love."
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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