im broken and i don't know what to do. life has always been hard and the only way i get through is by fakeness. my laugh covers my scream and my smile hides tears.
I put on a different face when I'm with others because it what i have always been taught to do. my mother didn't want to spend money and send me to a therapist or doctor but everyone thought i was sick or ill but i wasn't i was just tired of everything.
It's kinda different now. i have Amanda and we both work at my mums flower shop. when im with Amanda my smiles are genuine and my laughs are loud.
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Short StoryNo one ever noticed her sadness, no one noticed her tears, no one noticed her pain. But everyone noticed her mistakes.
