My Confessions

My Confessions

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I put a smile on my face every day, people see me as a "perfect girl," but they're wrong. I have sins, I have faults, I have confessions. I see things I'm not suppose to see. I see things I don't want to see. I walk down those school stairs knowing more secrets than anyone else, I walk down those school stairs having the biggest secret of them all. But you wouldn't know that. I guess I'm the new definition of fake in this generation.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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