Unlike me.
I feel dirty and uncomfortable in my own body for the first time in my life. I feel exploited, used and ugly for the first time in my life. The tears streams down my eyes , I don't want them. But they are free, unlike me. And I see my tattered and broken wings as I lay down curled up Unable to breath But every breath is free, unlike me. I have watched my jolly self morphed into a shallow shell. A free spirit being caged and suffocated in the name of protection. *After reading a heart touching story.
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Why would you bully? Was that okay? Nobody helped me, Get out of the way. And i didn't cry. And i didn't lie. I just looked at you. With a fake smile. You could love me. You really could. But you didn't. You left me alone. And then i cried. And then i lied. I left my world, Without any love. Someone will need you. Someone will shout. Listen to the scream. Help the people live. ♡ Inspired by "13 reasons why" Netflix series.
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