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Dec 2011
Today, A day I dreaded most then others.

I’ve been looked down as an ant and microscope

That has been burned horrible like morning bacon.

I've been looked down and shown for no mercy but the way they looked at me, beaming lasers of judgment.

But the feeling of a kid came upon be once again more and more.

These thoughts made me question every being of my existing life of a person.
  
My mind and heart is weary at the time being.

All I can say is what am I going to see in the mirror now a woman? Or a child?
Isabella H
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