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As she grows up, she's weird. She's different, smart, beautiful, undiscovered. People said strange, annoying, crazy. She was bullied enough when she was younger to become insane when she got older. Depression hit her like a bullet on January 3rd. No way to get out. Stuck in a dark room with a clown taunting around. Poetry. The way to see light. The way to see hope in a hopeless place. The way to release the message stuck in the bottle from across the sea.
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