Who was she???
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SHE WAS BROKEN AND CRUSHED FROM WITHIN. THE LADY, WHOSE WORDS FIRST GAVE HER COURAGE AND POWER TO FACE THE WORLD BECAUSE OF HER DIFFIDENCE, HAD TURNED INTO A PERSON SHE WAS UNABLE TO FACE ANY LONGER. THE WARMTH AND AFFECTION WAS ALL FALSE, IT WAS JUST FOR SHOW, AND TO GAIN TRUST, SO THAT IT COULD BE CRUSHED LATER INTO FURTHER BITS. IT WAS LIKE THE SLOW-DEATH PROCESS HAD JUST BEGUN. NO PLACE FELT SAFE OR HOMELIKE. HER BOUNDARIES WERE RESTRICTED AS SHE HAD TO CUT OFF HERSELF FROM THE WORLD. LIFE WAS NOT PERFECT OR NORMAL. NOBODY REALISED THE CHANGE IN HER AND CONTINUED MOCKING ABOUT HER. DREAMS WERE SHATTERED. THERE WAS NO HOPE OF WHAT SHE WOULD GROW UP TO BE. COULD I EVEN CALL HER MOM? SHE WONDERED. IT WAS DIFFICULT... WOULD HER BFF's ACCEPT HER THE WAY SHE IS. SHE HAD NO IDEA. THERE WAS NOTHING BUT FEAR LEFT IN HER SOUL... SHE WAS BEWILDERED, OVERWHELMED, WORRIED AND SO MANY ITHER THOUGHTS CAME TO HER MIND THAT SHE COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHETHER SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO STAND UP AGAIN AFTER THIS...
WHO WAS SHE? WHAT WAS HER TRUE IDENTITY?
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Sanely Yours
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Riona. In case you haven't guessed by now, that's me. This is my story. And I'm going to start from the very beginning, so you can get the full picture. They say we're not defined by our past. But I believe that the past is what makes you who you are. It moulds you. It sticks with you no matter how far ahead in life you get. And then, it catches up to you, putting you in a chokehold you can't possibly get out of. In my case, my past is very messy. I don't like it, but I also can't seem to shake it off. Almost ten years down the line, and I'm still in the same position, making the same decisions. I thought I'd changed. I thought I was better. Little did I know, that I was just building up to get worse. I'm not like most people, I don't function the same way you do but I believe that it is for the best. I don't see myself ever being normal. Normal is boring, crazy is fun. Crazy is what I do.
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