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Here Is A Poem That I Wrote 4 My Poetry Book.
There once was a fat a** that didn't care how she looked.
She didn't care what so ever even if she did care what she looked like.
People would hurt, and torment her until she started to bleed.
But still she wouldn't even care.
Until one day she started to cry out.
What is wrong with me, and why do they do this to me.
And then she started to cut.
She cut too much and still would bleed.
And then she cried out again.
This still won't help me.
So then she was going to kill herself.
But she didn't have the nerve.
But then the next day she got ran over by a car.
But she still survived.
But then in the hospital she cried out.
Just let me die.
And then she had a stroke.
But now her spirit lives inside us.
Always caring about how we look
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