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As she looked in the mirror. A vision slowly getting unclearer. She hated her freckles. She hated her eyes.   She hated the curves at the tops of her thighs They were magnets to her eyes. But outside her window. Was a boy in his room. He couldn't help but think of a girl he knew. A girl with freckles. And pretty brown eyes. A girl who was beautiful. No matter what size.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
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As she looked in the mirror. A vision slowly getting unclearer. She hated her freckles. She hated her eyes.   She hated the curves at the tops of her thighs They were magnets to her eyes. But outside her window. Was a boy in his room. He couldn't help but think of a girl he knew. A girl with freckles. And pretty brown eyes. A girl who was beautiful. No matter what size.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
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