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When you see me, My tall slender statue, Fashioned to rule. You expect the typical teen. In the drugs, alcohol, sex pool No way, sorry, not my destiny. Boyfriend yes, fun yes, free to be me,
Help cover up my tears and camouflage the pain. 
God loves girls of all shapes and size, and I get really sick of hearing all the lies.   You're not a piece of meat to be flaunted around, No matter how sweet the boys may sound.  
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