I died, but lived everyday. I was beaten, but fought anyway. I cried out in pain, but healed others that suffered the same.
I am one and all. I am small and tall. I am weak and strong.
I'm perfect, yet flawed. I'm the same, yet different. I'm sane, yet insane.
Who are you to judge me? Who are you to think of me badly? Who are you to decide that I don't belong anywhere?
If you done the things I've done. If you seen what I've seen. If you lived through what I've lived through, wouldn't you think the same?
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MelT201
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