The problem with her was she absorbed all their mean words like she was chugging down vodka. It burned all the way down and got to her head, making her feel fuzzy and her mind thick with fog. All it took was one mean girl to break her, whereas it took a village to build her up.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PuisiFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
