Forget it

Forget it

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They all got past it, everyone but me. I'm still drowning in the past, I can't swim up to breathe, I can't let go. I can see in there eyes everyone's moved on, why can't I, why do I keep living in pain..... Ever since the day they died. But I guess they don't know the true story Hi I'm names Marcia I'm 17, I have light brown hair and emerald green eyes. I'm not the prettiest thing out there but I'm not preferred as ugly. I am 5'4 and have an aright body, I mean I have curves in the right places but I don't show it off like other girls. You see I use to be happy and full of delight although I hide it from others I still miss them. I hide all my pain, I regret everything I ever did to hurt them.... My parents.
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