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Sometimes when I look in the mirror I want to cry. I see my flaws with my ugly eyes. My legs always touch and then there's my chest.... it's not much. My arms could be thinner, but I'd have to go without dinner. My belly, it always pokes out. Don't you see what I have to cry about?
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
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Sometimes when I look in the mirror I want to cry. I see my flaws with my ugly eyes. My legs always touch and then there's my chest.... it's not much. My arms could be thinner, but I'd have to go without dinner. My belly, it always pokes out. Don't you see what I have to cry about?
Sorry this is sad.
amber-vander
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
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