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Boulders are weight down on me... Compacting my thought process, strangling the words that I'm trying to pass on.... The moon sits on me as if the stress wasn't enough, not including the names that come out of others mouth. The words that people think define, identify, and make me But they are wrong On a scale of **** to **** I've been called all..Despite those names, THESE are the one that matter. Marvelous, go getter, dream catcher, insightful, wise, and beautiful I like to believe I made myself to who I am. I like to think that I...that I am a work in progress and improving on the way. Until now, I thought they were right I thought I was everything less than human..To societies standards I meant nothing. I didn't meet their standard, my talent didn't matter nor did the help that I assisted other. The only thing that mattered was my appearance and wrong choices I've made Until now I thought that was who I am. I am much more than that, and I am aware now.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
It's a dedicated letter,
Boulders are weight down on me... Compacting my thought process, strangling the words that I'm trying to pass on.... The moon sits on me as if the stress wasn't enough, not including the names that come out of others mouth. The words that people think define, identify, and make me But they are wrong On a scale of **** to **** I've been called all..Despite those names, THESE are the one that matter. Marvelous, go getter, dream catcher, insightful, wise, and beautiful I like to believe I made myself to who I am. I like to think that I...that I am a work in progress and improving on the way. Until now, I thought they were right I thought I was everything less than human..To societies standards I meant nothing. I didn't meet their standard, my talent didn't matter nor did the help that I assisted other. The only thing that mattered was my appearance and wrong choices I've made Until now I thought that was who I am. I am much more than that, and I am aware now.
kelly-belle
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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