She is beauty but everything inside her screams.
She had so much to say but somehow her voice was lost.
She has ghosts. Ones that follows her around, everyday.
She is strong. She is a fighter.
She has a dark past but decides to live a colorful life.
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Sometimes my sadness feels too heavy that I forget how to breath and fake a smile.
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"Shut up; shut up; shut up." she said, with tears forming in her eyes. "Why?, I´m just saying the truth. I don´t understand...
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I don't know why I feel this way? I mean everything I ever wanted is becoming a reality, besides there isn't a real, concrete explan...
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CHAOS doesn't´t surround me I am CHAOS.