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Eloquent prose is a filter of mine,

Making me look like the sun always shines

Behind me, slightly to the right,

with my hair always flowing perfectly

just right.

 

I am not who I seem.

This is the real me.

 

I crawl under desks and

sob because math.

I speak in improper grammer

cuz I like it like that.

 

I dance on my bed 

and read fanfiction

under the sheets.

Without my friends and my phone,

I am so incomplete.

 

I rock triple chins

and sometimes earn B's.

On my worst days,

I can even earn C's. 

 

But this is truly me.

My disgusting true self

in all of my perfect glory.

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