And as i cried and struggled endlessly to catch my breath in the corridor A's bathrooms, i hoped hopelessly that when i would get out, you would be next to the door to ask me if i was okay. but there is no one outside, and nobody wants to know that i am not okay.
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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...
