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Miss.Understood

Miss.Understood No one ever hears you.
Miss.Understood No one really cares.
No ones asked if your okay, no ones asked you
if you've ate, no one will call you at random times
of the day. And no one cared when you went away.
Prison was part of the end game. That shit got you straight.
You don't want to go out and do drugs anymore huh its not so fun now.
Miss.Understood if you want to be hurd maybe you should be louder.
Its time to be bold. Its time to give the rest of your life your all.
Because you fuxkin made it. You made it threw drugs. You made it threw prison.
You made it threw all the crying alone at nights, you made it threw all the cold hard nights,
you made threw all of the obuse. Its over. You did it, and I am so proud of you.
This is your pep talk years from now when you come back and read this and your in your 40s just remember. You Fuxking Made It Mina. Not fully fixed but put back together. Perfect Imperfections put back in all the right spaces. Filled and fixed at the right time and places. You. Are.Strong.
Please keep fighting....
Written by delusionalfreakk66 (Mina)
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Author's Note
This poem is to my future self. Because I need to talk to myself sometimes in a healthy way and this is the outcome
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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