I miss who I was
Before I fought for the man who never loved meI miss who I was
Before I thought I could only ever be a problemI miss who I was
When I would say, "I know" after my mom said I was beautifulI miss who I was
Before I gave upI miss who I was
When I loved myselfI miss who I was.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.