It Didn't Work
Dear, Stranger
it's 7am and i'm shaking
because your soul is so cold
darling you take my pride away
when you sexualize me
i am not a doll
so don't dress me
don't take away my opinion
you don't own me
when it's 3am and you're waking up
i hope you think about that girl
the one who is just now happy with her body
but you tried to tear her down
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