The only time.. I can be who I am.. Is when I close my bedroom door and slide down it. I curl into a ball and softly grieve..hoping no one hears the slightes peep.
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Crying Quietly
The only time.. I can be who I am.. Is when I close my bedroom door and slide down it. I curl into a ball and softly grieve..hoping no one hears the slightes peep.
