Sick of being told I have a lesser worth than that of the person standing next me. Anna you're so fucking worthless. You aren't going anywhere with your life. I don't think people understand me when I say I'm exhausted. My arms and legs wilt to the ground when I walk like a tree that had been cut and dragged through the forest. My roots are no longer embedded in this life. I'm just a dead tree waiting for someone to use me. To make me into something better.
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