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You asking if you should wear you hair up our down, You asking if your make up suits right, You asking if the outfit is for the weather good chosen, You asking if you look pretty in the picture, makes me feel out of place. That I shouldn't be here. Every person has doubts, but you have an oval face not a quarter like mine, but your make up suits always because your face is flawless but mine is not, but you the dream body I starved myself for, but all pictures of you look perfect. I am 14, you are 17 and mum says I shouldn't wear your things because I will make them wide. So when you ask me these questions, I can't compliment you genuinely, because I feel like you are joking around. Why?

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