What are you?
If your label shows you to give love, compassion, time, and good memories and you don't,
then what are you?
Countless times you have broken me down.
Lied.
And left.
And more.
Shouldn't you take your label with pride? Put it to good use, show it to
Everyone?
You seem unable to grasp the consent of such an important label.
Too much for you to take on? Is it my fault?
I wonder
But if this special label has a daughter, and you threw your label away,
What does that make me?
Nothing?
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Life Through The Eyes Of a Real Girl
PoetryNatalia throughly focuses on the struggles and successes of living life as a girl with trama. Growing up, Natalia has faced many issues in her life and writes about her thoughts and feelings through all walks of life, and those she has yet to walk t...
