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Dec 2013
You don't know
What it's like

To be sneered at
To be judged

For your looks
Your body size
Your height
Your intelligence
The whole idea of yourself

How would you
Even come close
To understanding
When you were born perfect
Unlike me

That's something
You'll never ever understand

So don't act
Like you "get" me
'Cause you *don't
Zara
Written by
Zara  20/F/In the rain
(20/F/In the rain)   
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