“she was so beautiful to me, but she always thought otherwise. Scars
on her hip and scars on her wrist, she thought she never belonged. In
a room full of people, she always felt so alone. Little did she know,
I was in the corner gazing at her wide smile that lit up her whole
face, while she brushed her fingers through her long hair and tucked
it behind her ear. Tyra was always the one to try to make others
happy, but what they didn’t know, was that she was hurting the
most.” - Anonymous 2013 window.onload= loaded; function loaded() {
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