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As the mirror taunts me With kinked brown locks And weary hazel eyes That forever scrutinize, Pale skin glares back, Blinding in the morning rays. “Paper White” I used to call it,
Dream a little dream of me   Dream that one day we all can be   The same, with equal opportunity   Come on Don John, don’t be a jerk   After all, we just want to work  
Average. Normal. Nothing. Invisible. Wallflower. Silent. Passion quelled, pooling in hidden reserves. Opionions held, restrained without words.
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