Sometimes, I feel like I'm not the girl, the teenager, that I'm used to. Sometimes I feel so tired, that I'm asking myself if is that really me.
I found myself so deep during these moments, but, why ? Why do I feel like this, like a kind of an old soul ?
'cause that's the way I feel, right now. Empty, tired, old. I don't recognize myself, like if my soul was older, way older, than I always tought. Strange hm?
And sometimes.. I look at my fingers, those fingers, whose now have new scars. Tiny little white scars. And sometimes.. oh by the Angel, sometimes I hope these tiny scars won't go down to my arms.
'cause I don't wanna be the tragedy I've always been afraid of. This Dark side of myself. The dark side of this old soul.
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Juste comme ça
No FicciónJuste comme ça... Une histoire ? Ou mon histoire ? Juste des facts, des idées, tout le bla bla qui me passe par la tête. Et oui, je ne suis pas la seule à faire ça. Mais qui n'aime pas raconter une, son! histoire à sa manière ?
