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Who knew such small words could hurt?

Thot.

Slut.

..Bitch?

Are these four-(5) letter words what define me?

Should they let me cry?

Cut?

Harm?

Should I rethink life?

I laugh.

No,
not cry.

I smile.

No,
not frown.

I'm not a thot,a slut or a bitch.

I'm not going to let you define me.

I cry sometimes,

just a small teardrop.

Then I smile,

it's okay, it'll wear off.

You're fine Shan.
Don't cry.

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