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Aug 2018
As you sit across from me, curled up in a ball
I wonder what my worth is, if there is any at all

I know that I'm not perfect, this I'll never be
But I always try my hardest, this I hope you see

I hope one day I figure out what's wrong inside my mind
But until then I sit here, watching, but feeling oh so blind
Worthless?  or  Full of worth?
Olivia Christine
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Olivia Christine  17/F/VT
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