she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
I'm a poet, dreamer, fighter, runaway princess
In the body of a terrified girl growing into womanhood
And most of the time I hate it here
Trapped inside a glass box
I don't believe in good luck or a higher power
I try to tell myself,
Yet all I can do is scream.
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it takes strength to love,
people who have hurt you.
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i'm trying to love myself,
before I let someone else love me.
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