Different
I'm not the same as those girls in the magazine.
With the perfect body ,the big hips the pretty face and the cutest clothes.
I'm not perfect I'm slinder with a small frame and pretty I'm different I like wearing lots of colors but people think its strange.
Why do I have to be different.
I'm the girl who everyone like but I'm mean so people call me cruel, I think I'm just honest
Well maybe I'm not different after all, I'm just honest.
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