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Forever The Good Girl

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Time 2h 53m

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I could feel the wind blowing at my face and the sun shining onto my head. The grass tickled my arms as I moved. I reached up and pulled my hair out of it's bun. I shook my head and my hair fell into my face. I started running my fingers through it, trying to comb out the knots. This way, at least, it was harder for people to see my tears.

It's funny how the day can seem so perfect. Sunshine and a nice breeze, lazy white clouds that slowly move across the sky. Everything could be so picture perfect but if you're stupid enough to let a boy get to your heart, then it minds as well be pouring rain.All Rights Reserved

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Not Sick But Not Well.

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.