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Failed attempts at beauty and stating. Appearance is what defines me as a being<div>How may I fit myself into the equation? </div><div>Though I was never good at math</div><div>I was never really good at being anything.</div><div> How much would I have to change and into whom? What can I do? How may we state the look of others? How can I make myself less unwanted? In the room but only unnoticed. Grace of a shadow, as I am run over. </div><div>All that glitters stuck in the surface. How I look is what is reflected</div><div>Fat burned into better becomes</div><div>Am I any closer? To being like them?</div>
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What is the sum of 7 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.