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May 2021
I wasn’t even the same
Not in shape or size
I was different
In color and my thighs

I wasn’t similar to her
And definitely not them
I was an anomaly
A flawed and broken gem

I wasn’t that important
Or essential to the game
I was just the sidecar
So why treat me the same?
Written by
Dark Dream
141
   David P Carroll
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