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She


She cried herself to sleep one night realizing she wasn't happy. She curled up and felt her tears running down her face, trying to get away.  Not only did she feel lonely, but she felt misunderstood.  She has people who love her, but she doesn't love herself, she is her biggest threat. She has no reason to be unhappy yet she looks for every reason because happiness is decieving, it does not last forever.  Nothing lasts forever, and that's the scary part of it all.  She needs to accept that life isn't fair, and that she needs to love herself or she will end up hurting her worn body. She is....but won't be forever.

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