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im not mad


They ask "why do you always look mad?" Im not mad im sad i just put on a tough face and try not to cry. Ive came close but I relieve it with a big sigh. I dont know how long its been since i had a real smile, can remember so its probably been a while. If you havent noticed all the stuff i write about is pain its craxy but seems like im always under the rain. I miss the old me the little girl i used to be the one with so much personality and ill keep missing her cause were back to reality. Rest in peace to that little girl i used to be because she never found the right key. The key that would eventually set her free.
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