'Bullying' 'self love'
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Before our break up, we were a perfect group
Popular, smart, and happy
the perfect girls at school
gossiping about drama
everyone being envious of us
Maybe something good will come from all this
Heavy bleeding out of my aching soul.
I’ve lost myself in my mind’s dark abyss
And detached myself from feeling whole.
Maybe I’ll suffocate under my pillow
She was chained by the prejudice surrounding her, ignorance being her saving grace
This little girl, of age five, was stripped of her innocence
I belong nowhere
I am a nobody
What I am is kinda rare
What I am is free
What I really am is a misfit
I am not popular
