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falling apart


I am pretending to be strong, but on the inside I'm a total wreck.

People think that they know me, they only see the things that i want to show them.

Through the silent tears I'm fighting an internal battle that nobody knows about, if

you would look at me you'd think I'm the happiest person, but inside I am a sad little

girl looking for happiness. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody.

 

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