the letter i wrote for her

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"My life is hopeless"

"I have nothing to live for"

when people talk to me at school

they call me a whore

but they're right

I am a useless whore

my poems have gotten me nowhere

but who are they to judge

truth or not

maybe this useless whore is good for nothing

or maybe I'm one of many

if I have nothing to live for

do they?

when people say to meet them in between

is it really that easy?

to read between the lines

is it really possible?

but out of everything I never forgot

you can't change who you are

unless you want to

you can't go from a caterpillar

to a butterfly

if you don't take the effort 

to make the cocoon





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