Drowning under a sea of crap.
Others' crap of course.
I sat there in depression.
There was nothing going good for me.
So I had thought that I would end it all
But that certainly never happened.
I still,
Today,
Sit in pain over what happened and all.
So I thought of doing some things.
I never did do them though.
Because my strength was gone.
And everyone treated me the same.
The girl that had once encouraged other needed it herself.
Nah.
I'd be fine.
That's another word. "Fine"
Is anything truly "fine"?
Absolutely not.
Back to my fish tank of lies and shame.
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No remedy for memory
Novela JuvenilNow that he's gone, I'm still waiting on good times to come back. Nostalgia struck my brain like a bat. There's no remedy for memory.
