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A teenage girl
We're strong
And we're sensitive
We are prey
Yet we are the cruelest of hunters
Befriending us
Is easier said than done, and never likely to happen
Turn your back
And we'll put a knife through it
But give us undeniable loyalty
Trust, and obediance
We might just behave ourselves
And decide not to ruin you
But that is a thin line
We find fault in the oddest of places
And can see a liar a mile away
Boys may fight with their hands
But bruises will heal
Girls fight with their voices
A poison that is never entirely gone
Yes, girls fight with their voices
And bruises heal much faster than a scathing memory
****Sorry it's so long!!!!! Please comment, I need critiscism****