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15h
You judge me
for the way I look—
but this is my face.

You point fingers
like I’m a science experiment.

But what about you?
You don’t speak in pretty things either.

Imagine—
if there were a transcript
printed on your body
of every word
you’ve ever said.

Would you look
so pretty then?
Written by
Libelle Marcellus  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Arthur Vaso
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