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Monochrome, Boring, Drag, Tragedic, That's what I was. That's what my life used to be. I faced recess war, I became a ghost, Disappearing from this world, My nose always in a book. Deemed weird, Crazy, Stupid, Fat, Clutz. I was an outsider. This town was a prison, My own personal hell. I couldn't escape. I believed I deserved it. Every word, Every action, Every tear, I was worthless. I had no hope, No future. Nothing lies beyond this town. ... But there was I found you. All of you. I found happiness, Self worth, Late night's spent joking, Laughing, Smiles. I am not judged. I am not shamed. I am beautiful. and treated as if I deserve to be told my worth. ... Even so, There is fear. What if I lose this? If In my happiness I forget how to live in loneliness? People change, They leave. And I am too trusting. My heart is given away freely, But then it's shattered. How many mosaics have I made? How many times have I tried to fix my heart after being so deeply hurt? Too many to count. Can I really have a happy ending? She who is so used to tragedy? I hope so.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
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Monochrome, Boring, Drag, Tragedic, That's what I was. That's what my life used to be. I faced recess war, I became a ghost, Disappearing from this world, My nose always in a book. Deemed weird, Crazy, Stupid, Fat, Clutz. I was an outsider. This town was a prison, My own personal hell. I couldn't escape. I believed I deserved it. Every word, Every action, Every tear, I was worthless. I had no hope, No future. Nothing lies beyond this town. ... But there was I found you. All of you. I found happiness, Self worth, Late night's spent joking, Laughing, Smiles. I am not judged. I am not shamed. I am beautiful. and treated as if I deserve to be told my worth. ... Even so, There is fear. What if I lose this? If In my happiness I forget how to live in loneliness? People change, They leave. And I am too trusting. My heart is given away freely, But then it's shattered. How many mosaics have I made? How many times have I tried to fix my heart after being so deeply hurt? Too many to count. Can I really have a happy ending? She who is so used to tragedy? I hope so.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
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