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of me must believe

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cross my room, past the stack of books on my desk, past the laundry basket I st

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the room, like part of me alre

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round my face

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cks drying on my cheeks and my sleeves

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oving myself piece by pie

look like me

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off so fast it al

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thing I'm allowe

everything

ks at me in school like

and asked for help like I should be

the mirror, but t

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I just be

use she said it would frame my face. The stylist took that as a personal challenge and

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arms around them. The room is quiet again, but this time it doesn't

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his isn't a

it can

the girl in the mirror who looks like

a shaky

feel like this an

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ing people to

rter to look at me like I'm

hate myself every tim

clothes that make me feel invisible

rying alone in a room

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know what that

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manage right now

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hover over

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the ha

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