to the girl who thinks she looks stupid in rainbows, dusting her with a warm shimmer of hope like stardust in a madman’s grip-
to the girl who wears glasses with frames tied in knots by her stressful piano fingers-
to the girl with shock-red hair and an attitude just cocky enough to keep her opposition across the room-
to the girl who self-medicates, waking herself with vegan breakfasts and numbing her emotions with aggravated music-
to the girl who fends off desperation with a prescription bottle, holding it in front of herself like a flashlight pointing out the path to freedom-
to the girl who counts upwards with inked numbers all over her wrists-
to the girl who incessantly wonders why all the other girls are scared of her-
you simply need to learn to love yourself.
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written w25may2011.
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