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The string that I used to trim clay at my school I wish I could do that to my flesh.
Her hair is flowing her cheeks all aglow I wish I could come out of my shell.
I’m scared that you’ll see what I see in the mirror and I’ll have to run home like hell.
You think you know me but my heavy shoulders are tired from draining my well.
I want to prove myself wrong now
I want to show you I belong here somehow.