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Genetics Can't Make This Call

by melaniepaulos

I was dead all along Predisposed to be a waste of wheezing breaths I am the scum of the earth Growing from dirty roots I will always be the mutt, the bastard, the runt. Never will I reach heaven, And never will I be at the top; The cream of the crop. I was born this way. I am an addict.
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27 / F / American
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27 / F / American
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Feb 24, 2011
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