Emotional Love Story
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Ongoing24m
Last published Mon, Apr 27, 2015
I'm not emo for attention or to fit in, i'm emo because i feel like i deserve the pain and when i feel it... i don't know it just feels right, until you find the one person in the world that will make you stop cutting for the rest of your life and that is mister right.
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I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.
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