She is used to the pain now
She is numb
She feels helpless
She is numb
She used to the fighting
She is numb
She is used to the destruction
She is numb
She is used to disappointment
She is numb
She is used to be last picked
She is numb
She is used to being shut out
She is numb
She is used to not being enough
She is numb
She is used to being picked on by herself
She is numb
She is me
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Life's rollercoaster
PoetryThis is going to be like a diary but I'm not going To use names.
