Every things in this world, is actually made out of a lie. Every brick of every building, has a lie hidden under some pebble. Even your parents might be lying. Shattering is the day when you realise this. Breaking is the day when you accept this.
And then you breathe. For the rest of your lie, you breathe. You're free.
3:15 AM
Free,
Lily
YOU ARE READING
Dear Stranger
RandomDear you, They all love me. But none of them love me. They are all my friends, but none of them are my friends. I'm the goody two shoes.But I'm also not. I'm crying, but I'm also not. I'm okay, but I'm also not. I'm writing to you, but I don't know...
