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aylee95

Published: Jan 6, 2011

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Everybody falls, everybody slips.
So why is it only me you feel you have to fix?
I'm nothing special
Just your less than average girl.
So for once, just please,
Look somewhere else, not just at me.
Tell them what to fix,
And let me do as I wish.

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Okay so this is a short one... Enjoy~

*Thank you to NinosuateFTW for editing my poem!

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