I was the girl who...
barely spoke, because she was to shy
I was the girl who...
was alone in the hall ways while everyone was their clicks
I was the girl who...
was ashamed of who I was because I didn't seem to fit in
I was the girl who...
got manipulated multiple times with the hopes of making friends and find her way in the world the always talked about
I was the girl who...
was afraid to speak her mind, to be free and to be herself
I was the girl who...
was the nerd, the outsider, the weird one, the one who always judged, the one who would never fill their expectations, and will never fit in
Then... back then I was...
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Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
