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Ever since I was little I never really felt apart of something always felt icsloated always alone and never knew why. Wanna know why I felt like, there was something worng with me. Why I always feel like I can never be close to someone... Now, don't the worng idea I have friends just like everyone else thats not where i'm getting at. No, wait... Because I don't even get why they are my friends because if you put all my parts together, all the little things, all the insecure parts. It makes the worst painting you've ever seen.
At least that's how I see it.
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YOU ARE READING
the world through my mind
RandomWant to read something that makes you cry. Want to cry. This isn't a story. Oh no you couldn't be more wrong. This is inside my mind. And knowing myself. Well. It's hell.
