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***** Everything is so, so ***** Everything is of mold, or rust, or flies, or rot. Gosh, am I ***** too? I want to find something nice to wear, something that will make a stranger think, “I wonder who she is.” Yet, all my sweaters have holes. The black sandals I got on clearance left stains on my socks. How am I supposed to be loved? How am I supposed to do well? How am I supposed to live if I am so *****
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
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***** Everything is so, so ***** Everything is of mold, or rust, or flies, or rot. Gosh, am I ***** too? I want to find something nice to wear, something that will make a stranger think, “I wonder who she is.” Yet, all my sweaters have holes. The black sandals I got on clearance left stains on my socks. How am I supposed to be loved? How am I supposed to do well? How am I supposed to live if I am so *****
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
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