"If only I knew what my heart was telling me"
What a way with words that is, my heart tells me nothing. If I think with my heart I'm rather sensitive, it chooses decisions that would make others happier and me an undeniable feeling. It's something that I literally can not explain, it's as if they take a piece of my happiness and yet I am still okay. I don't even feel the piece part with me, it feels as if it's always been a void there. A blank spot. A black hole.
The feeling is indescribable, I'm like an object that knows it's being used and yet unwilling to stop it from happening. It's a do what you please mentality, I'll be okay no matter what as long as your happiness is on the rise.
I'm not broken and yet I need to be fixed.
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The thoughts of a black teenager
Короткий рассказMight as well call this a memoir of my life, all the real, boring and sad parts of me shoved in public for all eyes to see. Who am I, that's one secret I'll never tell You know you love me, xoxo (I couldn't help it)
