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Dec 2015
Me
I'm not me,
I'm not what I led you to believe, for deep inside my crimson walls,
A girl afraid of the world,
Beat, broke, bruised, and hurt,
They tell her to come out and enjoy life,
But how could she enjoy it when everything only hurts her.
JoAnna Smith
Written by
JoAnna Smith  burlington,iowa
(burlington,iowa)   
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