She likes video games, reading books and watching movies with family She always day dreams and plays outside alone, imagining.
She looks up to her big sister, and likes to sing together in her car Her little sister is annoying She's always the shining star.
But together all three will walk to the park.
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She likes to color, play guitar and sing She dances in her room without worrying One wall is covered with a teen pop sensation, Others hold her poems and art that reveal her struggles and wishes.
She liked the attention singing got her It made her feel like she was worthy. She did her best to live up to The things said by her family
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She was sad often and preferred to be alone She still played guitar but played games the most, She liked writing poems and songs, They let her express herself in any tone
She had plans to go far away one day, with her best friend she would escape. There'd be hello kitty tunnels and fun had every day.
She fell victim to infatuation which lead to many hearts being broke, Forced to play outside, she'd swing away her trauma while grasping ropes.
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She's quiet, she stays in her room alone, she feels unwanted. The internet is where she felt she belonged Most people would hear her out and wouldn't ask her to play them a song.
She was forced to go somewhere she was needed She got an education out of it and an identity crisis.
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She is independent, but still feels scared She is working to understand her life and is moving forward with care.
So don't call me Becca, It reminds me of those years- the times I was saddest and living in fear.
Becca had a mask that Rebecca has out grown. The mask is smaller now and is becoming unsown. It's been a painful process, the mask really hurt This is where I'm at now, trying to unlearn.