No matter how much you love me,
how loud I can laugh,
how long I can smile,
deep down I know, I still hate me.
And no one, no one. No one can do anything about it.
It’s just me.
Looking at my life now, read old conversations. Still makes me cry. I’m just a little girl. Still a little girl. Wanting to love, to be love...
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