All These Little Things
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When people look at me they see the fake me. they may never see the real me, because they wouldn't want to see the real me. All that shows is a scared, crumbled, girl who is scared of herself. How will I ever come out of that. Or will I die scared. I may look worthless, but I am the complete opposite. I just have to show that to people. Because they don't even know the 1st thing that has happened to me in my life. That's because it shouldn't happen to anyone in this world. The question is "Why did it happen to me?"
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