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Who am I


Who am I behind this smile?

Surely a female with no style

Neither a female who is planning to walk down an isle.

No I'm not that girl who gets the world

I'm that female who was able to defeat the world

The negativity, I recieved throughout my life was like elcetricity, it was so powerful, there was no reason for me to be hopeful.

Being discouraged, being blammed for, being harrased,  is how I had to live my past.

I wanted to be protected not neglected.

I took the chance and the results were so unexpected.

I was tired of being a sex slave so opened up and began pray asking for guidance on what to say.

I  prayed and prayed and waited for an answer but was like God wasn't working faster.

I took it up in my own hands, went to officers and began to tell them about the monster.

My life change forever

I thought me opening up was going to cause me to feel better.

I thought I was finnally going to feel alive, and rise to the top of the skies.

Boy was I wrong, but good thing I was able to stay strong

The hatred was so real, suicude was my tnext field

Taking a razor to my skin everyday, just hoping one day to fade away

Eventually I learned time goes on and nothing last forever

I sit here today still feeling affected by my past, trying my best to move past the rest

Tears filling my eyes as I sit here and write about my past.

Just wondering how my life would be if I never had to expreience this destruction.

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