I have painted this picture of myself dark, dreary, and abstract... Totally and completely false. People have hurt me, put me down, used me, walked all over me, and abused me. Like a flower I shall grow out of the dirt beautiful and stoic; proud of my many different colors with my face shining in the sun. I am worthy, good, and wholesome I just let your opinions matter when they shouldn't have. I must matter to me now...
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