dear them,
today, you told me i'll never be as perfect or wonderful or amazing or popular as you.
and i'll pretend it didn't hurt even though it did.
they say, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.'
that's a load of bs.
everything breaks you down, because we are all made of ice.
we just don't know it.
some of us have fire deep within us.
those are the confident people and the mean people.
a strange similarity between (pretty much) enemies, isn't it?
those are the people with battles raging within their own heads.
they're fighting wars and no one even knows it.
the people with fire can break just as easily as the people with thin ice.
the fire gets in the way or the ice puts out the flame and melts away.
i should know.
sincerely,
lana
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radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
