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butterflies.
the butterflies in my stomach made me write write how it makes me feel when you look at me when you smile at seeing me when you laugh when you give me that smirk when our hands accidentaly touch and it makes you smile. and since I can't word it better than the lyrics of a song you don't give me butterflies, you give me the whole damn zoo. You were the "hot" boy at school who I thought was out of reach. The tall guy with the blue eyes. Now I lie here in bed wondering how on earth I ended up in your arms. Thank you for reminding me what butterflies feel like.
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how.
how do you tell your parents? that your not fine even when you say you are how do you tell them, that you can't sleep without waking up every 2 hours. how do you tell them without breaking their heart, that sometimes you fail to see a reason in life. they raised you. loved you. cared for you. But now, tell me please, how do I tell them that the pain is making me wish that I never existed. how?
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mess.
My parents think my room is a mess. you should see my life.
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forever.
When you lose someone who is your entire universe Be it friend or lover Then it hits you. The chances you didn't take. the things you didn't say the things you didn't do the love you forgot to show. The truth is You may think you have forever. But you don't. You never do.
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kids.
Remember? When we were kids? Running around the block. Playing Hide and Seek. Laughing. Screaming. Do you ever think about that time And it's all blurry in your mind The girl who was running around Playing hide and seek. Laughing with the kids next door. The girl who ran to mommy when her only pain was in that knee she fell on. We all ran to mommy Didn't we? We all knew who to run to. Mommy. Mommy could always help. This girl wishes to have that pain back because the pain now. the emotional pain. Is worse. Much worse. And even Mommy can't help.
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underneath.
Isn't it funny. Parents. Grandparents. Teachers. Even society in itself. They taught us everything. But who will teach us... how to deal with our thoughts with anxiety with depression Has anyone ever taught you that? When you're asked how you're doing What do you reply? Fine. It's always fine. Everybody believes you. Don't they? It's the mask you're wearing. The crazy, funny girl. The one that always laughs. The tough one. Nobody even bothers to look underneath.
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