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If I were a girl, I'd cry.
But I'm not.
The girl has grown.
They use to tear me apart with their words.
Their shallow, cruelty.
I would hide in the mirror, in the reflection of myself.
I was safe there.
Under all the pain and desolation.
I found it.
I found her.
Through the tears, she was real.
She rose. Starring back at me from the mirror.
It was like staring at my soul for the first time.
What I saw in MY reflection was that I had strength all along.
I took my strength and wore it like armor.
They came again. With taunting cruelty.
I smiled at them. Threw MY head back and laughed.
Like I said: If I were a girl, I'd cry.
But I don't. I'm home.