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Jul 2020
I was the punch line as I entered the room
Stares and stifled giggles were merely clues
I played my part
The shy, quiet church girl
Overweight and ridden with low self esteem
He was curious to meet someone like me
He picked away at my parts
I opened to his words
I showed him parts of me no one has seen
Only to end up hurt
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   Imran Islam and Alphy
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