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they say I'm only 16
they dont know what it's like to be me,
what it's like to be confused and to feel used,
to be ignored,
to be called a whore,
it's so hard to stay strong,
when they say everything you do is wrong,
the smallest things can make me cry,
it's like a release of all the tears I've held inside,
sometimes I wish I could fast forward through my life,
to see if it's worth all the pain and strife,
my life has fallen apart,
just like the pieces of my heart,
now all that's left of me,
is what I pretend to be...