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She Is just like me She Is my age, smiles at the same jokes, cries at the same sad stories She Walks past me and in my mind I say She Is getting fatter why do I feel that I have a need to comment on what She Deems beautiful why does my mind run to the way her shirt fits tighter She(ltering) me from my misperceptions of pretty She Is a human being filled with flaws filled with bones and viscera and She(ll) fragments and so am I She Is Me
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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She Is just like me She Is my age, smiles at the same jokes, cries at the same sad stories She Walks past me and in my mind I say She Is getting fatter why do I feel that I have a need to comment on what She Deems beautiful why does my mind run to the way her shirt fits tighter She(ltering) me from my misperceptions of pretty She Is a human being filled with flaws filled with bones and viscera and She(ll) fragments and so am I She Is Me
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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