The Broken Angel
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Última publicación mié, ago 30, 2017
So much pain for someone so young. So much pain for someone so weak and drained. So much pain for someone so innocent and naive.
Pain is said to be the silent killer and you might be the next victim. Pain is when you're slowly dying on the inside and you're way too weak to speak about it so you keep silent and suffer, alone. Pain is when you start looking yourself at the mirror with your teary-eyes, begging yourself to be strong and to keep holding on. Pain changes people. Pain is.... REAL. It is fuckin' real. R.E.A.L .. because for once, pain has also killed me, my dreams, my hopes and everything I am.
But then, I survived. I survived and overcome all the trials I have encountered. I enjoyed the pain until it hurts. Until it changed me to be someone stronger than before.
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