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depression is something
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl. Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately. Barbies, dolls, little homemade kitchens. Clean, bake, smile.
It really doesn’t hurt, But yes, I know my weight. I see the way I look, And I see you looking too. It really doesn’t hurt, Besides, even I make jokes, My odd shape is comedy gold,