It feels like, nobody knows the actual me. Nobody really wanna know me. They all just wanna be friends so they can say: Oh yeah, I know her. We're so good friends. But actually nobody knows the real me because in the past the ones who knew me left. And I can't handle this loss anymore.

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How To Live
PoetryA short collection of texts, quotes (both mine and some I just think that are awesome), and in genual things I learned and had to learn over the past few years. // Eine kleine Sammlung von Texten, Sprüchen (sowohl von mir, als auch welche, die ich e...