What she goes through
Isn't normal
And so painful
She'll always have
That piece of fact
To drag behind her
For the rest of her life
Overshadowing
All that she'll
Do, say, think, want, have
Torturing her endlessly
Like a raincloud that
Just won't go away
No one looks past it
That's all they see
Don't you realize
Normal is what she'll
Never be
No one knows her
They can't get past
That piece of trash
That makes her
Who she is
It is a gift, it is a curse
That you gave to her
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
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