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Jun 2019
I wish I could forget those hurtful words but they’re stuck in my head like a song on replay I could respond and defend myself but whats the point when you only pretend to care about my opinion and my feeling instead I soak in the truth as painful as it is and I realize I’ll never be good enough for you
I’m sorry I’m not the girl you want me to be but I’ll never be sorry for being me
Wendy Andrew
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Wendy Andrew  28/F
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