My Sweatshirt

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Black and baggy,
Unflattering and hot,
Comfortable and me

It hides my ugly figure,
Cloaks over my insecurities,
Covers my broken heart,
Holds my hands when I need it,

And hides the tears I cry when no one is looking at the poor girl in seat seventeen.

It may seem sad,
But no.
I do this all to myself.

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