Better Left Unsaid
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Dernière publication lun., sept. 24, 2018
Maybe in the end all things are better left unsaid.
Better left in the dark.
Secrets hidden that no one will discover.
Things that will change the way you see me.
Things that will cause you to deny me.
Things that would be better off left unsaid...
This "book" is about things most teenagers go through or feel. Things that we can maybe relate to. Things that can bring us together and help one another.
I'm writing this because I have a lot on my mind and in my heart and I don't know any other way to express my emotions besides this.
I hope you like it. Or can relate in any possible.
Leave comments letting me know what you think or feel.
I'm here for anyone that reads these just don't give in to depression.
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