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I love me?



I love me?
The girl who loves to write?
The girl who is obsessed with Harry Potter?
The girl who thinks homework can do itself?
The girl who laughs at stupid jokes?
The girl who does not understand "funny" jokes the first time?
The girl who occasionally forgets to read directions?
The girl who knows she is not perfect?
The girl who always procrastinates?
The girl who believes that everyone is a hero?
The girl who can never have enough shoes?
The girl who is shy and awkward at times?
The girl who has few friends that she can trust?
The girl who is verbally abused constantly?
The girl who is called ugly?
The girl who is called stupid?
The girl who is doubted by the people she loves?
The girl who lost a lot of friends?
The girl who pretends everything is alright?
The girl who has little confidence?
The girl who is afraid to answer?
The girl who needs attention?
The girl who struggles with depression?
The girl who loses friends because of depression?
The girl who is addicted to cutting?
The girl who cut herself for 3 years straight?
The girl who thought about suicide?
The girl who was brave enough to do what made her happy?
The girl that held his hand once, and chose to never let go?
The girl who realized that she was not worthless?
The girl who changed her story?


Yeah, that's me, what's up?....
-Belle Rose


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