You make me unable to stop talking, just like you make me unable to stop crying. It's like your presence itself presses a button inside my brain and suddenly i am not myself anymore. But you don't see that because you don't see me. You only see what matters, and what matters is not me.
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everyday struggles of a fifteen-year-old
Poesíatrash can in which i will be throwing my feelings. This is a safe place and environment for everyone no matter what. You cannot judge me, just like i cannot judge you. My feelings are mine, and the way i react to things is up to my spirit and mysel...
