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If you are a victim...

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MikkiMarie

Published: Jul 11, 2013

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Literature Text

If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…

Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…

Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.

If you are a victim…

Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.

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I am so sorry if this in some way offends anyone. I don't know why it would, but I'm just saying before someone freaks out on me. XD

YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE YOU GUYS, AND NEVER GIVE UP! <3

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