I'm not so sure why or when this all began;
maybe I was born like this.

Little girls aren't born like that,
they are born like angels.

So I wasn't born like this,
but maybe I was born to be this.

That's stupid, you're stupid,
we both know that isn't how things work.

I know, I know.
I wish I didn't know it though.

You wish you were weak?


Then smile.

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