Lust

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It's not my fault.

The way I can't control these things.


I can't control how big my boobs are

or

how wide my hips are


I can't control that I want to look

good.

That I want to feel good about

myself.


Is it a crime?Is it a crime to want to look pretty?Is it a crime to wear what I want?


Do you feel good about

yourself?

Calling me names because of the things

I can't control?


I can't control how big my lips are

or

how "nice looking"

you call me.


It's not my fault.


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