Amorphously_callous
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Stories are so nice. Eyes glittered, peolle fall in love, people have friends, people are happy. Lies? Are they? Or a truth I couldn't have? Either ways there a Stories of broken kids, who never had all of that. Maybe mine is that kind of a story. And I have to swallow despite everything. I don't know what lies ahead..but I'm not allowed to give up, I have to trudge on. Maybe no one would get me..maybe shit ugly, but mine is one of a kind of a story. All the good things I wish for shall be written down.