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A small girl sits curled up in a corner, making herself as small as she can. She has her hands over her ears. Tears streaming down her cheeks. All she wants in the world is for all the noise to stop. Just stop. Be silent. Be still. She wants to disappear. But she can't. All she can do is sit there, Cowering in that corner as all these harsh words are thrown at her. Things she doesn't want to hear. Things she knows that if she listens to enough, she may start to believe them. And if she believes them, then they're right. They win. She's everything they say she is. Stupid. A failure. Good-for-nothing. Never gonna amount to anything. Loser. Idiot. Dumb. Bitch. They can't be right. They can't. But they say it with such conviction ... Maybe they are right. Maybe she is nothing. She does fuck-up a lot. She never can seem to do anything right. Things that everyone else can do so effortlessly just come so hard to her. It's as if she became a person on accident. She should have been a puppy. Following people around in adoration. Loving unconditionally. Those things she can handle. But basic, day-to-day life stuff, it's all just too much ... So maybe they are right ... Maybe she is worthless...