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Dec 2020
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When will I look myself in the mirror
and say, "you are beautiful"

When will I see me
and not cringe in disgust.

When will I feel good
in my own skin?

When will this end?
When does this end? I don't know.
Mackenzy
Written by
Mackenzy  15/F/Hawaii
(15/F/Hawaii)   
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       Colm, Sora, Morgan and Bogdan Dragos
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