When I was young I wrote a poem called depression, and never got it out, and every day I would replay the poem over and over in my head and never told anyone. If I had read it to my mom she would worry about me thinking I cry every night and day but I didn't, and I don't understand why we have to keep these things locked up or people would worry over nothing. And holding these feelings inside doesn't help it brings you more sad and to more tears, and the sad thing is I would cry every night untill I fell asleep but I would cry in silence so no one would hear me, hear the tears hear my pain and worry when I don't want them to.
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DARK SECRETS
Novela Juvenilpoor Annabelle living a life as a seral killer, killing her victims one by one watching them all die slowly. but her life is slowly filling with dark secrets as no one noticed all the killings all the lies Annabelle's life will slowly fade
