I get it, but the truth hurts.
This is the real world now. No more being a little weak girl. Time to be a strong women who can actually speak up for herself and not cry to daddy whenever someone says somethings she don't like.
Well, it hurts so much that took too many hits a broke like glass. Shattered. And now am being torn apart by my old injuries. Because broken glass still kills as words of truth drain me of my life. Especially when my own father doesn't believe in me.
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PoetryMy life. Kinda intense. And private I just needed to let go of it. But be respectful please bc that is my up and downs and it might seem really bad or really good but just remember we all live a different life and this is me trying to live mine to t...
