those nights.
She sat lonely in her room
amongst the thoughts that raced in her lifeless brian.
She worried, she cried, she even laughed.
In these moments she grew.
She grew greater, stronger, tougher.
She became a girl who ran into her room crying every night
to a girl that made a change cause that lifeless fear in her brain
was no longer strong enough to over come her.
She was full. Full of life. Full of change. She was full of freedom.
She became someone. She wasn't someone because someone
told her she was popular or cool.
She was someone because of those nights she sat worrying, crying , laughing.
She was someone because she made those nights the reason
for her change in the world. The reason she CHANGED the world.
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