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I'm sorry If You See Me In Your Shadow I'm Not Ready To Be Individual Yet

IMtheDARKareUscared

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IMtheDARKareUscared

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This is an apology to my closest and dearest friend for all the times I hurt her.


It's also my emotional release and a way to help others who need a way to solve problems without making my mistake.

This is who I am and who I don't want others to become. A world worth reading about but not one to live through.
I'm not getting better but I'm not getting worse and I just want people to know what it's like to silently suffer but pretend to be fine.All Rights Reserved

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