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Depressed
The little girl sat with knees pressed against her chest
She was rather sad and lonely
There wasn’t another person near her
She was all alone in the corner
When she called out she was met with laughter
Cold cruel laughter
That was not her own
You aren’t worth anything, you know
You really are useless
But I’m not she replied
I am worth a lot
A lot more than you realize
The cruel voices ceased for a moment
They didn’t know what to do
She had never lashed back before
She put her hands to her temples
Stay out she told them
You are not voices of reason
You are the voices of doubt and loathing
They hissed as they had been named
They couldn’t hold her anymore
She had broken their charm over her
She was no longer privy to their beck and call
She had beat the monsters inside
She had told them no
And they had listened
With her new freedom that she had garnered
She sat with a pencil perched between her fingers
And she began to write
“The little girl sat with her knees pressed to her chest…”
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