Please, stop. Please, I'm begging you. Maybe you don't realize it, but make an effort, try, try to open your eyes. We often hear that looks hurt, but in my opinion there is worse, much worse. The whispers, your whispers when I enter the classroom. Whether you make fun of my outfit, my hair or my shoes, I don't care.
I don't care much about your opinion, whatever it may be, but I must admit that every day, listening to you putting me down, has ended up affecting me. I am convinced that deep inside you, there are very beautiful people hidden, but the mask that you wear every day will one day end up remaining attached, and it will be too late to go back.
It has been a long time since I gave up on pretending, left behind the young girl who kept on hiding, and became the person that I really am. The truth is, it hasn't always been easy, but I take it upon myself and persevere. So do the same.
Leave the crowd, to hell with the judgments made by society. Join me, and let them speak, these voices that only know how to put you down. When they give you bad looks, give them your best smile. Don't let them win, no, fight with the most powerful weapon there is, indifference.
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SonstigesHi, welcome to where all my writing lives. In this book, you will find different chapters, some in french, some in english, some being poetry, some being writing in general. if you wish to request anything, feel free to dm me, here or on tumblr Hav...
