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Who are all these people?
Showing their teeth, stretching their cheeks. What is that, smiling? Stop telling me I am beautiful! I am the original Goth Girl from the top of my straight black hair to the bottom of my black toenails. I have my eyebrow, nose, and lip pierced with safety pins. What is it with your demented skipping, and laughing? Sick, sick, sick. Don’t come near me with your sunny-day, tooth-baring, laughing attitudes. Oh my god, OMG! I am trapped in Happy.
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