Is The Doctor In?
Under-weight
In a top heavy competition,
We look to you,
Dear surgeon.
Please.
Fix our awkward bods
Into mirrored perfection
Of a catalog
Model
And say to us finally,
We are in fact,
Beautiful.
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I'll be a Senior this fall, and I don't know where the time went. I'd like to think that I'm prepared for the life outside of my city. But I have come to realize that I don't know much about anything.
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