notlikeothergirls

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I am not a girl

 
who wears a tutu


I am a loud alien,


and I can't wear shoes


Or I will die


If you can't handle me

 
during my IBS flare-up,


you don't deserve me

 
when I stare vacantly


at the wall for hours


Feed me rice

 
from your palm


Serve me milk


but I only like it crunchy


I am complicated


and moody


but I vomit diamonds


So I am worth it

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