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Jun 9
My mother once told me I was incredible
She smiled at me, and told me to follow my dreams
But yesterday night, while she, herself was dreaming, started whispering, "When will my daughter satisfy me? When will she be good enough?"
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Molly  13/F
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     Talia Behar
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