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I’m fine


I’m fine we’ll atleast I will in time. there’s  a sight coming

from my head saying I’ll be fine, not now but soon enough. 

Groups of people laughing and joking, people smiling, to 

many people, hundreds. My cheeks gone blush red, I wish

I never left my bed but then again I once read a book that said 

giving up wasn’t an option and it’s definitely not a way out.

The books have me hooked in a whole other mysterious world

almost like an escape. One day I want to be the one that can

create a safe escape for people like me looking for comfort in

words. Words can be prettier than birds, sounds weird to wright

your feeling  and thoughts on a page dosnt it? Well no your wrong

it’s not weird at all. If anything once I right all my hurt and darkness

just disappear once the tears stop hitting the page as the pen touches

the page making more than words. Ignoring the peers wasn’t such a

bad idea after all, they were no good for me. Now I finally have a good 

chance of a good future and career ahead of me. You see it’s true you really 

can do anything you put your mind to.

 

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