Breathing And Alive

I am more than what you expect of me.

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I am not the little girl you need in order to feed your ego.

Not a pretty face made to satisfy your empty male fantasies.

I have been broken in one thousand times since my birth.

My tears dry alone, as, believe it or not, I am my own best friend.

Speak to my soul, my beloved. Go beyond appearances.

Scars decor every inch of my mortal soul, yet, I am proud of them.

One and the same, public enemy of the modern conformity.

The loneliest kind of spirit, yet, the loudest kind of voice.

Breathe out, lonely kid. You are still alive, you are breathing.