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That moment when you look


That moment when you look at your self and think,

Why is it me that has this body,

Why can't I be the way I want to be?

Oh but I know a way,

Her name is Ana.

Ana will fix it, she always can.

She knows how to make me fit in with the crowd.

But is this really the way I am meant to live.

All  I can think is what Ana would think?

But I'm not meant to live this way,

I can live my own way.

I am made the way I am meant to be.

Ana will stick close but not but the door will soon be closed. 

 

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