I couldn't take it. I was torn in bits in pieces, my life was falling apart. It's like my life slipped through my hands like sand in an hour an hour glass. I couldn't control it. Tears fell gently upon my cheek day by day before I had enough. I just needed a break, I felt like I needed to take control over my life. It is my life not anyone else's, so why should I care what they think?!
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It hurts inside
Non-FictionThis story is about how all rude remarks may not show on the outside but ur heart is shattered into a million pieces after hearing 1 heartbreaking remark every single day.
