Some days
Some days I don't feel like myself.
I get the feeling there's something pulling me apart.
I give in too easily.
I see the world, but I don't see the world out my own eyes.
I question who I am or what I am really about.
I don't want help, I just want to be at peace with myself.
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Justine.Washington
My name is Justine. I am 18 and sometimes my sadness is perpetual. My favorite writer is Shakespeare, but I am very fond of modern poet/singer/actor Jim Sturgess. Words can't express everything, but they help... sometimes.
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