Riptide

Riptide

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published вск, нояб. 30, 2014
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You couldn't understand, even if you tried, the reason that she cries at night, the reason she tries to hide. Don't try to come close, she'll just push you away, there's something that you don't know, words she couldn't say. She tries with all her might, to be herself around her friends, but something doesn't feel right, a broken heart that could not mend. She pretends that she's strong, a tough outer shell, but there's always something wrong, she's trapped in her Hell. She wants to speak, to tell you all the truth, but she is way too weak, broken without any glue. Painfully shy; the bird that couldn't fly. Dying on the inside; a body without a mind. Maybe if you took the time, find the person she tries to be. Maybe if you looked inside, you'd realize she is me. //nin9:3//
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I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.

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