the girl with the boy name

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you're a carbon copy of the rest of them.
a barbie doll,
you're plastic.
you mend and bend and make fun of anyone who doesn't fit your mold.
you're a bitch.
i'm sorry you chose to leave the only real people in your life.
were you embarrassed because i don't fit in?
was i too fucking weird for you?
but now you're one less piece of plastic in my ocean.
go ahead and whisper in the morning,
you're irrelevant.
but what do i know?
i know who i am.
do you know who you are?
i don't think you do.

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