Im losing myself in a world so cruel.
I get up in the morning and can't face looking at myself in the mirror.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Where is the girl who was always laughing and happy.
Where is the girl who saw the good in any and every one
Where is the girl who saw love as something to be excited for and not something to run away from
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poems
Poetrypoems I guess you could call them. about pretty much whatever is going through my head at the time of writing.
