I used to be normal...
I cry myself to sleep wishing I were good enough. I hate over my body wishing I were thin like that popular girl. I stay at home on Friday nights wishing I could fit in like all the others. I watch they guy I'm head over heels in love with fall with a girl who's nothing more than a slut. I cry, I scream, I hurt myself, I curse myself for being me.
And yet here I am, ME. I may be heart broken, crushed, willing to die, and just a step away from giving up, but nevertheless, I haven't given up. I'm struggling, fighting, giving this war against life all that I have...
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