Trying to be me (One direction Fanfiction)
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You can meet thousands of people but only one is going to change your whole life...
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“No, stop crying.” I was whispering to myself quietly, looking at my reflection in the window.
“Stop crying!” I shouted at myself.
I was sitting there in the corner, alone in the music room. The clock on the wall, right above my head, seemed to be ticking louder than usual.
This was the day everything fell apart. Nothing made sense to me. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, there were only a few hollow thuds every so often.
I was feeling cold and empty. Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Eating hurt. Talking to people hurt. The thing was, it wasn’t just me who was hurting. I knew that all too well. Pain, it’s everywhere. It was haunting me. It has been for years. This was my breakdown. People might see me as a strong person once they heard my story. But I wasn’t. Nobody is strong, people pretend to be.
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Seventeen year old Juliet lives her life behind music; writing songs for other artists to perform, living an ordinary life with her father. Under the surface though, Juliet yearns for more; for companionship, for understanding, for her own voice to be heard. And then one day, life takes an unexpected turn
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