throughout a girl's heart
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TWO reasons why i'm publishing this:
One: i'm done with pretending i'm okey.
Two: some of these thoughts have been overwhelming for too long so i thought maybe sharing would help.. you know guys it's said pain when shared is healed.. lol
Three: bcs to hell with it!, maybe it'll stay unread nd unnoticed like forever, maybe my diaries are as unlucky as me π that way i don't have to worry abt comments ..and you know what ? Reason number four: is that i get to save my diaries so i dnt have to worry abt losing them in case i lost my phone so it's a win-win situation π
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Nevertheless, you won't regret having a look into my mind, i promise, for that we're all humans made up of feelings :)
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