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Jul 2013
Stop telling me
how beautiful I am
or how my eyes sparkle
or even how adorable
my dimples are
Stop saying that
I'm the happiest girl you know.

Beautiful girls
don't stand alone at parties
or spend friday nights alone
Happy girls don't lock their door
and take out their razors

                                                                                                                                                         **and cry.
Jenna Vaitkunas
Written by
Jenna Vaitkunas  21/F/Lawrence, MA
(21/F/Lawrence, MA)   
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