I once heard a story
It was about a girl who believed that when you are 10 you are also 1,2,3,4,5....,9 also.
I don't know about you but I think when we are happy or sad you are everything jealous, spiteful, depressed, ecentric, and so on.
I believe everyone has more than one face, but I can't speak for everyone only myself.
I feel I passed though my 14 years as a wallpaper flower. Seen, but unnoticed at the same time.
At home at school. I see wrong I know right, but as a wallpaper flower you would lack the courage, spirit, and heart to correct it. After 14 years of oppression.
I can't look in the mirror
Because when I do I see an enclosed, spiteful, hateful, and envious girl.
The Troubbled Girl
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