It bothers me now, the things people say. I used to not care at all, but now I care what people think. I don't like how they think so little of me: how I'm a bad friend, a bad person, cruel, mean, a bully.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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It bothers me now, the things people say. I used to not care at all, but now I care what people think. I don't like how they think so little of me: how I'm a bad friend, a bad person, cruel, mean, a bully.