just not me

just not me

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mer., mars 4, 2015<5 mins
I'm just that type of girl that likes to be alone ...no one there for me because I'm scared ...I'm scared of someone not liking me ..of someone just hurting me ..of someone hating me just because who I am..
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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