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Jul 2013
To friends I'm a confessional
Someone to hear their prayers
To men I'm an object
They look when I go anywhere
To Mom I am a project
Something wrong to fix
To Daddy I am beautiful
He loves me without tricks
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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