The begging

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Everything I write holds a part of me, I write because it's the only way to express myself to others, I've kept so much hidden from everyone and I can't find anyone to help me. I watch everyone I've ever seen and see their smiles, hoping I could be like them but I keep writing what I want into the paper, the phone, and the laptop and keep it hidden from the world. I never found closure I never found peace my body slowly giving out working like a robot and less like a human I lost to many and hurt many more.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 14, 2018 ⏰

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