See, a girl like me, living in a cruel cold world…with little to no backbone support. After the therapy and the constant heartbreaks, how can I continue to educate and be strong? The lonely nights in my room, pillow full of tears. Trying my best not to drown in sorrow. I wonder sometimes, would my life be much smoother if I didn't become an HIV advocate? I feel so dumb and so useless.
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