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Oct 2013
We all start the same,
a ***** and a egg.
Then we are born.
Some are shaped and molded
made to perfection
never to be folded.
But some are like me,
we shape ourselves.
We hate those people,
who get put on shelves.
But deep down inside,
I wish I was molded.
Not folded and turned
I wish I was a trophy
to show on the shelves.
Becca DeMateo
Written by
Becca DeMateo  25/F/Salisbury, NC
(25/F/Salisbury, NC)   
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