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Oct 2018
After all the hits I take,
Would it be okay,
If I never wake?
I'm broken and damaged beyond repair.
And yet I still dare.
Dare to glare at the faces full of hate.
The ones that are thin,
The ones that are rich.
The ones that are covered in make-up.
I dare to breathe,
I Dare to live.
'No Pain No Gain' they say.
But tell me,
What do I gain from all this pain?
They say I'm not worth it.
They say I'm imperfect.
But just because I'm not perfect,
Doesn't mean I'm not worth it.
Written by
Trisha  16/F
(16/F)   
128
   East Wind
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