Wait, I'm starting to suffocate.
Everything I've said and done is finally catching up to me. Karma's a bitch and she really wants to kill me.
And so I anticipate, I'm coming undone.
I'm finally starting to fall apart, ppiece by piece. And I know that I'm going to completely crumble soon.
What looks so strong, so delicate.
I look strong on the outside, but my heart is very fragile. It's been broken thousands of times now, and the pieces keep getting smaller and smaller. And I don't think anyone can put the pieces back together now. But no one has seen the pain any time my heart has been broken. Because on the outside I seem strong. But in reality, I'm not.
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My Mind Journal
RandomSongs, poems, short stories, even just talking. This book is where me, the real me, will come out and chat. She isn't very nice most of the time, because she's sad. Beware: Emotionally unstable person writing things
