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jane
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you stare in a mirror long enough and your face starts to look strange. you realize you're just this pile of meat and bone and so is everyone else. and we decorate our meat with fashion and strut it around. and i know everyone has some body malfunction like zits or smelliness or bad hair but mine are grossing me out to the max. like something left out of the refrigerator too long. but it fascinates me, like watching mold grow on a loaf of bread. you SHOULD throw it away, but part of you wants to watch the whole thing turn white, or green.
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