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Oct 3
When she looked
at her reflection
all she could do
was poke and ****
pick apart her
she couldn't help
but stare
at the vast
to her
the beauty was hidden
beneath a mask
of doubts
and anxiety
Elizabeth Preston
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Elizabeth Preston  21/F/Texas
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