Post by AmandaN on Apr 20, 2003 16:04:50 GMT -5
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She looks in the mirror and shes only imperfections no detection of beauty. She has pain in her eyes no trace of simle is to hint her face. She has no happiness no joy for life everything always feels dead on the inside. She feels she has nothing to offer no love to give. She feels used and mistreated ,a girl who has been beaten to everything she needed. Her life is lived in seclusion she yearns for freedom yet hides her face for the shame and disgrace she feels. God I hate those teenage years
She looks in the mirror and shes only imperfections no detection of beauty. She has pain in her eyes no trace of simle is to hint her face. She has no happiness no joy for life everything always feels dead on the inside. She feels she has nothing to offer no love to give. She feels used and mistreated ,a girl who has been beaten to everything she needed. Her life is lived in seclusion she yearns for freedom yet hides her face for the shame and disgrace she feels. God I hate those teenage years