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I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves, How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body. How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love. Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me. I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
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I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves, How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body. How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love. Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me. I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.
My metaphor,  my reason for poetic justice.   I wonder if you'll read
melaina
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German
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
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