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What if I was the girl, the girl who walks through life with ease. What if I was the girl whose perfectly blonded hair flew behind her, just as her worries. What if I was the girl whose stomach didn't budge no matter how badly she wanted it. What if I was the girl whose skin was kissed so gently by the sun that she couldn't dare being a blade to it. What if I was the girl, who people told that they love her. What if I was the girl who wore scrunchies up her wrist not to hide the marks of a blade but simply to push her hair out of her face. What if I was the girl who could stand to see myself , bare, in the mirror. What if I was the girl that people not only wanted to love but couldn't help but love. What if I was the girl whose happiness came from living her life, not ending it. But I am not that girl. So I will be this girl. So I will be this girl, the girl who knows that her light will dim her darkness, like the sun painting a blackened sky. So I will be the girl who knows that those men can't hurt me anymore. So I will be this girl, the girl who chooses to smile even though she has every reason to not. So I will be this girl, the girl who chooses not to run from her past but to walk away from it . So I will be this girl, the girl who knows that her demons are merely written on her skin, not a force to which she will give in. So I will be this girl.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
What If
What if I was the girl, the girl who walks through life with ease. What if I was the girl whose perfectly blonded hair flew behind her, just as her worries. What if I was the girl whose stomach didn't budge no matter how badly she wanted it. What if I was the girl whose skin was kissed so gently by the sun that she couldn't dare being a blade to it. What if I was the girl, who people told that they love her. What if I was the girl who wore scrunchies up her wrist not to hide the marks of a blade but simply to push her hair out of her face. What if I was the girl who could stand to see myself , bare, in the mirror. What if I was the girl that people not only wanted to love but couldn't help but love. What if I was the girl whose happiness came from living her life, not ending it. But I am not that girl. So I will be this girl. So I will be this girl, the girl who knows that her light will dim her darkness, like the sun painting a blackened sky. So I will be the girl who knows that those men can't hurt me anymore. So I will be this girl, the girl who chooses to smile even though she has every reason to not. So I will be this girl, the girl who chooses not to run from her past but to walk away from it . So I will be this girl, the girl who knows that her demons are merely written on her skin, not a force to which she will give in. So I will be this girl.
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
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