When things get bad, I don't tell anyone. And I think that's what my downfall will be. Not my myriad of flaws or mistakes I've made, but just the fact that when I'm at an all time low, I'll bottle it all up and never let anyone in, and one day, all the bad things inside me will kill me, because I've never told anyone the things that truly burden me and I'll never get that weight off of my back. In the end, nobody will understand why I am the way I am and they'll all think I was just a teenager who never thought twice. So here I stand, quietly carrying the weights of things nobody should, never speaking a word or making a sound, rotting away on the inside while I pretend that I don't feel a thing on the outside. In the end, if they ever figure it out, they wouldn't ever understand, and they wouldn't ever believe that that was really me. Because how could that girl be the one they thought they knew?
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