Overcoming abuse
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I am just a girl.
Unaware and overdressed.
Spent too long looking in the mirror
You weren’t there I guess
Paper folds when you bend it a certain way.
Its rips with a twitch and crinkles under pressure.
Flung away by a gust of air,
It f r a g m e n t s by droplets and singes by flames.
