The Rightest Way
Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.
Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.
I’d like to think that I’ll be okay. That the rain will stop someday. The pain will simply leave. My mind can just be at ease. I’d like to think that I’ll be okay. Or that is what I used to say. At ages 9, 13, 17, and 21 when my brain would go
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Friends, friends, friends! I am someone because I am my friends! I know myself even though I sound quite scattered. (Please remind me, who am I?) God, I just feel so lost! But, inside, I can tell what I am. I just need to sort through these damn lives!
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