Letters from a Wrecked Heart.
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- Partes 2
Concluida jue, mar 30, 201711m
"You never know, how much of tragedy,
that broad smile has ever hidden"
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For every person out there who thought I was genuinely loved and happy under that tough facade of apathy, I wore over my distressed self. For the cruel society, who are selfish enough to judge people, they don't know. Because one thing I know for sure is, human mind, working in a group, held not an ounce of individuality anymore. To every single being who had to give up their innocence and happiness to the brutality of life.
The edges of my own broken heart were killing me inside out, puncturing holes in my mind, to let even the littlest bit of happiness and hope to seep out of it.
Life wasn't a gift for me, like many of you. It was a battle.
And I was armless.
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Warning: story maybe slightly triggering towards the end.
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