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(Attention des propos choquants, haineux envers moi-même. Mes pensés en transparence.) Je m'appelle Nina et je pense que j'ai besoin d'aide.

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by thisnose

by thisnose

I love them so much. I love them more that I love myself.

But I can't tell them.

But I won't hide my thoughts, pretended that everything it's okay.
I don't want to bother them.

I am so egoist to tell them what my going through, instead talking about their own issues. Because I'm supposed to be the wise friend.

I think I'll never talk about my issues again, so I can never bother them again.

I love them so much, I can do Everything for them.

But not that

I feel like tabbing my heart.