Note to self:
You don't have to be the girl they made you.
You aren't the girl they made you.
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The Empress Rises
PoesiaYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
Twenty-Three
Note to self:
You don't have to be the girl they made you.
You aren't the girl they made you.
