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I'm weak

My heart and soul dies

While the strong one dances around me

Laughing and screaming

I close my eyes

I hide my face

So that no one can see me cry

My body tears in hald

When they call me names

Their silly assumptions

Can't hurt me

Not anymore

My life is a line on a graph

That travels south

No milestones no victories

Nothing

They just watch it travel south

And Laugh