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This hair is not going to do, these bodies all irregular to mine. My skin will never be that tone and so far I know im forever alone.You cant keep lying and tellng me to believe that im perfect when I can feel the breath of the whisperers and hear their mouths moving next to my ear. They know that im not near but they still choose to whisper. The smell of stinky food that starts in the kitchen of the cafeteria and ends up in class rooms. You would think the teachers would do somethin about it instead they ignore it. leaving you to smell like stinky sad cafteria food, like alphebet soup that spells loser.

 

 

 

 

 
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