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You took my hand and held me tight

You took my hand and held me tight
you told me everything was gonna be alright
you held my hand when I would not eat
you pressured me to talk to you
you said I needed a friend and you were one
I believed you
yet when I got called fat again you just told me that I was better off having commited suicide
I'm glad I didn't do it
One day I'll show you that I'm someone
I'll no longer be the shy & quiet girl
I'll be opionated accomplished and with a true friend:
not you!





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