Sun, 08/03/2014 - 18:19 -- gb12197

Think before you tell me
I'm not pretty,
Or I'm not smart.
I've heard it all before from other cold hearts.
Think before you deprive me of a chance,
To be better,
Or even to be the best.
Cause I won't stop and I won't rest.
Think before you call me out,
For my mistakes,
And my imperfections,
Sometimes we all go in the wrong direction.
Think about your words.
Their effect,
And how they feel, 
Cause someday I'll prove you wrong, and the hurt will heal.


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