Hey I'm Frida and I'm 23, I write because I'm fucked up in the head and I need to put it on paper, the thing is I can't tell if it's healing me or destroying me.
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Stories by fridasmokes
I can't love you when I can't even...
There's a time and space to be with you but now that time is over. I need time for myself.
Farewell chaotic soul
Somebody I know committed suicide. He wasn't a friend but I open my mouth and misjudged him. Now I've learned...