you don't know me.
I'm the stange kid
that you call fatty.
Bruised and beaten
My body is sore.
You push me around
more and more.
Teasing and taunting
you do it for fun.
I look in the mirror
I don't know whats wrong.
I'm unwanted like
a doll on a shelf.
Outsite I look happy
Inside I cry my eyes out.





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I've got a real feeling of Deja Moo about this...
*Warning! Dangerously Fangirlistic, do not approach without proper training*
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I've got a real feeling of Deja Moo about this...
*Warning! Dangerously Fangirlistic, do not approach without proper training*
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I've got a real feeling of Deja Moo about this...
*Warning! Dangerously Fangirlistic, do not approach without proper training*
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