They say all these mean words, little girl.
They say don't do this you'll look weird, little girl.
They say hurtful things, little girl.
They tear you down and try to fix it with a Band-Aid, little girl.
But do not listen, little girl.
They do not have power over you.
Your hair, your eyes, your scars, your body, they are all yours, not theirs.
Don't listen little girl, because you will never need their validation.
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Excerpts From Stories I Will Never Write
Historia CortaThe title is pretty self explanatory. This book is just a bunch of drabbles, thoughts and other stuff.
