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By Kathryn C., Dracut, MA
Worn, faded thin in some places.
Brand name washed till it's gone.
Molded to someone else's body.
A mold that I don't quite fit into.
Isn't that always the way.
After many washings they and I are beyond repair.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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