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Complete, First published May 03
"The Girl Who Outgrew Her Hurt" is my story in poems.
I was the quiet girl with a soft heart, hard thoughts, and hidden pain.
The one who smiled while healing, loved while breaking, and kept everything inside.

This book is for the ones who feel too deeply, overthink at night, and keep going anyway.
It's about heartbreak, friendships that faded, missing people who didn't stay, and finding myself in the mess.

I wrote every poem from the truth I carry - soft, bold, and still becoming.
This is me, outgrowing what tried to break me.
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