ps130
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The Real Me No one knows the pain I hide, How lonely I feel, and every night that I cried. I would go to church, smile, and hope no one would see, That I was not like them, but I was not me. They say their my friend, but then something changed. They started treating me like a stranger, as if I was a freak, All the while not knowing, it was friendship I seek. Why couldn’t they have been nice, instead of the stares? All the laughs and whispers, it’s like they didn’t care. They say you have Jesus, he is all you need. But what about friendships or was that a lie too? A drop of blood falls, now my heart starts to bleed, Do you see the real me, is that the real you? Angie C.
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Jesus is my passion, writing & photography is my art, and the Holy Spirit is my inspiration.
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