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Naw, see, a woman is not a sex organ. She is not determined by the swell & ebb of her breasts, the pinch of her waist, the tide of her hips or the surge of her thighs.
"I'm not like other girls," she saysAs she layers on makeupIn her too-short shorts and revealing tank top.She’s going out tonightAnd all her friends will be there
Here we are at lovely girls camp Where we light up our lives like a kerosene lamp. We've come for this reason; to stand tall, proud and true, To make a nice place, where you can be you.
I am dreaming I’m scared and alone, It’s dark in here I hear footsteps, They sound far away But they are getting closer …and closer… and closer. A door opens a shadow appears,