"She walks so gracefully, struggling to hide the memories of those times when she stumbled and fell to the ground.
She smiles so beautifully, struggling to hide the sourness of her muscles from the times when she couldn't do so.
She laughs more now, struggling to hide the lump in her throat from the times when her heart used to ache.
Everyone believe in the way her lips are curved up, not sparing a glance at her eyes which are like an open book, having all the tales of the darkest hours of her life.
She is so brave, so quiet, so pure, they forget that she is struggling!"
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Chaotic Mess.
Poesía"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
