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I am not pink lace and bony knees I am not please and thank you I am now and because I said so I am ripped jeans and skinned knees I am not a thin wafer I am a loud tongue my body has never once been a temple I am a volcano erupting at random intervals I burn everything I touch some are born with a silver spoon in their mouth I was born with a hunger for something I have yet to taste I have never been meek A proper lady A lamb I am harsh worded I speak like a grater I leave bruises and burns I am a sinkhole And if you're not careful I will swallow you up
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
To Be A "Lady"
I am not pink lace and bony knees I am not please and thank you I am now and because I said so I am ripped jeans and skinned knees I am not a thin wafer I am a loud tongue my body has never once been a temple I am a volcano erupting at random intervals I burn everything I touch some are born with a silver spoon in their mouth I was born with a hunger for something I have yet to taste I have never been meek A proper lady A lamb I am harsh worded I speak like a grater I leave bruises and burns I am a sinkhole And if you're not careful I will swallow you up
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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