Oops...I'm Not Supposed To Love
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MatureOngoing43m
Last published Fri, Aug 19, 2016
My names Moca, I'm sixteen and here's a little bit about my life.
All I can remember is the feeling of being beat everyday. I don't have any emotions, exempt rage, at least that's what people who think they know me say. I feel everything, I just don't allow others to see my weakness. I don't cry, or scream in pain in front of people. I'm not allowed to show any emotion, but I just can't control my rage, I've never been able to. It was the last nine weeks of the school year and we were moving...again. This time to New York City, as strange as it sounded I really didn't care, we moved fifty times this year already, so I don't really care anymore. Out of everything that's happened and is happening to me, I lost the ability to love, I can't love. I'm not supposed to love, its just another weakness I can't afford to have.
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