This is who I will be
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Ongoing25m
Last published Tue, Jul 25, 2017
I blink at the mirror, frustratingly I see a girl looking back at me. This is not what I want. I look at the flowing brown hair falling around my waist, the crystal blue eyes surrounded by fluttering lashes and the curves that sicken me at every angle. Finally, I snap. This is not who I am, this is not what I want, and this is not who I will be.
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