No one really loves me, because no one really knows me. They know pieces of me I've let them see. The parts of me that are easy to love. Doctored parts. Parts I've tailored for you. And you still complain. I hold so much of myself back. It breaks me to hear you complain. It keeps me in shell. Afraid to break free. I'll never let anything seep through the walls I've barricaded myself behind.
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Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
