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This is me, my fears and the truths that surround more than just me. I have seen two of my friends die young. My father has abandoned me then returned. I have been thin and model worthy only to become chubby and unsociable. I broke, and this is the result.


Submitted:Aug 4, 2010    Reads: 59    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


I was Powerful
But then I met death
But then my dad left
But then she rejected me
But then I learned the truth
I was Beautiful
But then I turned twelve
But then my breasts didn't grow
But then I gained weight
But then I saw the truth
I was Happy
But then disease took her at eleven
But then I moved
But then I realized how different I was
But then I faked the truth
I was Girl
But then I grew up
But then there were rolls and curves
But then there were dirty old men
But then the truth touched me
I was Innocent
But then I took a drag
But then she cut herself
But then he died so suddenly
But then I became the truth.
Now I am afraid
Of losing someone else
Of being left again
Of forgiving my father
Of having to face those truths





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