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Stupid
Why didn’t I do it Why don’t I care Why are there tears Amongst the tatters Of my life lying Under my bed Standing in my stead Is someone Not a girl Not me Telling me to stop And continue to be To try and stop crying To let the past go To tell someone what happened To make things right “After all”, he said. “Life is all a fight” “A fight for you and who you are And a fight for who you will Become…A fight for those around you.” My tears dried up I turned around And finally did my task And now lying within my grasp Is all I ever wanted. -Vannessa Macias
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