Fearless

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Why don't people realize,

Don't they know it hurts?

Don't they understand that their words cut deeper than the knife I use daily?

Calling me names,
Telling me to "Go eat something,"

Trying to make me hate who I am,

Who God created me to be.

Although I may cry myself to sleep later,

Or cut until I bleed several ounces of blood,

I refuse to let you see me down.

I may be dying inside,

But outside I'm looking absolutely FEARLESS!





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