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Unruly curls
When I look in the mirror,
I don't see much.
Just a broken, fractured girl
with unruly curls and hatred for the world.
She falls for every sad boy she sees,
but all she can do is dream,
for she is unwanted,
as unwanted as me.
I don't see much.
Just a broken, fractured girl
with unruly curls and hatred for the world.
She falls for every sad boy she sees,
but all she can do is dream,
for she is unwanted,
as unwanted as me.
Published 30th May 2013
| Edited 4th Jul 2013
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