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May 2020
O M E G A

I've never been little,
I'm not in any way brittle.
I hold a lot of weight between my smile,
Life to me is just one big trial.

S M A L L Β Β B E A N

No one knows what I've been through,
What I've done to get to you.
But I found out you don't want me,
I smiled even though I was drowning in a sea.
I let people manipulate me,
All because I couldn't see.

L I T T L EΒ Β  B E A R

So call me a little girl as much as you please,
Let the words spread like a disease.
But just know that behind this "little" smile of mine,
I'm stronger than you know, acting like I'm fine.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
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