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Oct 2014
I am the type of girl who
dances like a diva
in her ratty car
to bad music.
Wakes up in a bad mood
for no reason on a beautiful
day,
and cries because her shoe strings
got in a knot.
I bite my nails,
and pull my hair and
smoke too much ***.

I will never be perfect
but I'll still be great.
Paige
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Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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