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To the little girls on bedroom floor, praying for swollen breasts and long hair. To the teenage woman, trading incoccence like baseball cards for what they believe is acceptance, 
These highway lines burn designs into my focused eyes eyes focused on a sight that blankets my mind a blanket of where only comfort resides This comfort, it's meaning, drowns my perception
Notoriously nasty..You can have me..Like that...  Knives..  Take me back..  Over lapped..Counter act..  Serinity..  You wantme to  strut.. Let you Cut.. 
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