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Oct 2013
You couldn't imagine the pain I feel, after every meal. You told me I was fat. How can I live with that? I treated you like a friend, but you were so jealous of me. Why did you want to be me? I'm nothing special and that's plain to see. No I couldn't imagine, why'd you want to be ugly ole me.
Katerina
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Katerina  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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   Jessica Head
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