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To my invisible children

When I die I hope they say I was tenacious
I hope they say I wrapped my chubby, pale fingers around the world and shook
Holding on to everything I possibly could

When I die I hope they tell you that I loved myself
I hope they say I was beautiful and confident, not puffy-eyed or red-cheeked
Getting rejected because I didn’t look like a magazine

When I die I hope they say I was witty and wild
I hope they say I was a woman who solved problems, not a girl
Falling for the same thing over and over and over again

When I die I hope they tell you my greatest hits
I hope they summarize everything
I hope that they lie to you

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