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One of the biggest struggles I have is being able to open up. It used to come natural, but after some things happened I was fearful. But the most amazing thing happened.
My father told me he was proud of me once,
A veil of severed glass envokes memorial of ranging battles, Dusk to Dawn, man to monster. She loves him, she loves him not Painted face, cherry lips, talc powder over truth "Smile for yourself," She said.
Do you ever think about me the way I think about you? Ever wonder how I've been like I do? What happened do being "FRIENDS" forever? But nothing more Was it all just a lie.... Was I just leaving in a dream
Unforgettably forgettable You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"