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Aug 2015
Remember When She Was 7 And She Never Talked
She Always Finding Ways To Smile
Remember When She Was 11 And Her Fathers Hands Was Like The Devils Horn So Tough And Plus 1,000,000 Swords
Remember When She Was 13 And Meals Was Never Promised And To The World Was Like A Heavenly Story Without The Heavens And She'd Close Her Eyes, To Herself And Apologize*
What? Why It Was Never Her Fault To Begin With And You Stop Looking At The Negative, Your Alive
Strong
Wise
Bright
And Dependable
They Call Us The Voices In Your Head
But, Not To Down You
To Inspire The Inquire
So It Won't Be Expired
So Just Make It Last
It'll Be All Over.

I Think I Over Think Or I Might Be Bipolar.
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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