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You had always tried to instill a
sense of self-worth in me,
I am worth something, I am worth something, I am worth something.
But I never believed you.
Not even once.
It was dreary. It was cold.
She didn't know why she'd chosen to stay here over an alley,
Or underneath the branches of an oak tree.
But she was here.
The bats flapped their wings against the brisk wind,
And she shivered.