There was a girl. A girl who knew who she was and what she stood for. A girl who had her own opinions and her own rules. A girl unlike any other. A girl who spoke her mind, whatever the cost. A girl who suffered through a fair amount. Mean boys, bad friends, random tragedies and unfair parents at times. She was a girl who never stop being her.
Until now.
Maybe it's not so much that you're not being you, but that you're having a hard time figuring out who you really are? I question things like that all the time.
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I like this.. it's.. kind of upsetting. But I like the way you write it.