There are plenty people....

That battered me, tattered me, shattered me to ground. Gave me that look meaning “ no one is around “ My heart is broken, blinded, binding me together. All it do is try to make me feel better. But inside I know, I ‘ M J U S T C R A P

  Missi Y.

Don’t say that. You’re not crap. You have 168 people supporting you. 168 people love you. You love you. Your friends love you.

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