You Know Nothing

February 18, 2012
I was just like you once.

Crying, hurting, thinking, feeling.

Small little girl with awful parents.

Red tears. Black orange peeling.

Did it ever occur to you that there's more?

Maybe thinking about it every day isn't right?

I've been there. Trust me.

Bruised eyes. Sad mind. Sleepless night.

But stop with the moping. Stop with the pain.

I know it gets rough but aren't you strong?

You are? You can live against the odds?

Then do it.

Prove me wrong.

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