I tried to warn them.
I guess I officially stopped being the victim.
I always owned up.
Funny how you didn't show up.
I'm not surprised.
I'm used to all the stress and all the tears I've cried
I guess this was you teaching me a lesson.
Now I can start not feeling less than.
Preparing for a battle I already lost.
I realized losing myself already had an expensive coat.
By Selena Myers
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