I write to remind myself of the pain. My words represents the tears that have fell, the paper resembles the words and abuse I have witheld, and feeling of being recycled. The pages are my lessons I learned and my steady to move forward. The book is my fraile but strong body that holds everything together. The title is my smile that stays on regardless of how many times it is thrown down. The author is unknown, I refuse to let it define me.
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