I used to be that girl,
That people bullied,
And whose name was always sullied.
I used to be that girl,
Who always looked fearfully over her shoulders,
Waiting for a missile to be launched at her.
I used to be that girl,
Who everyone walked over,
And above me bad energy seemed to always hover.
I used to be that girl,
Before I met you,
And you made me strong too.
And then, I was no longer that girl.
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The Tree Of Words.
Poetry........A book of poetry that you would enjoy immensely.......
