Weak

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I'm not okay. I'm not happy. I'm not sad. I'm not angry. I'm not me. I'm broken. I don't feel anything. I feel to much. It's all to much. It's not enough. I'm not pretty. Look at these scars. So what if they are invisible? How can you not see them? They cover me from head to toe. They make me cry at random moments. They make me ugly and used up. They make me trash no one recycles anymore. They make my eyes dull. They make me lifeless. They make a once strong girl, weak. 

- Meladi Rawlins

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