Chapter 1: Le début (Sweet Express)

Chapter 1: Le début (Sweet Express)

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Don't ever compare me to anyone. I'm not like everybody else. I feel pain way more than an average person should. And I take myself to this deep and scary place That doesn't even exist. It's a made up place that I take myself in my dreams I scare myself on purpose And I can't stop. The only thing I feel is the feeling of being scared. And I do it to myself. I don't feel anything else. My heart is numb. Don't read if you're looking for a happy ending. My ending doesn't end like that. I'm a dark and mysterious type of person. I don't express myself too much. Until now. This is what this book is about. My real feelings or real life events. I'm trying to change! I hate that I can't feel and I hate that I do terrible things to myself. I'm trying the best I can to change but its not as easy when I like the trill of scarring myself and being heartless. (Ps listen to music while reading. Such as Lana Del Ray, and classical/peaceful piano on Spotify.)
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