I'm misunderstood. I'm not bad. I'm not a problem child. I'm a person. I'm a person. I have feelings.
Sometimes these feelings are just too amplified. It's just too much all at one time.
I can't tell anybody that. They'll say "you're too young." As if that means anything. My age does not define me. I might sit at the front of the room for the broken kid-Whoa. I didn't even notice that.
I said broken.
I'm not wrong . I am broken. I am hurting. I'm hurting so much. Nobody knows. Nobody will ever know.
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Short Stories (Original)
RandomJust a combination of stories that come to me during any time of the day. Some of these short stories will make you think. Note- This book is currently under some editing as I continue to create. Therefore there will be slow updates Love ya :) None...
