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stories in my head i can feel the wind blowing against me, as it pushes my thin white dress against my skin. i can hear it telling me to run, trying to lead me in the direction it wishes, but i can't move. as i stand there i wonder how my heart can still beat with all the scars that surround it and all the breaks within it. i look to the sky in hopes that it will tell me how to move, how to run, how to get away from it all. i see nothing, i hear nothing, i feel... pain. thoughts begin to spin in my head, " why do i allow this to happen? why am i never happy? why can't i let go? why is it always about me? am i really willing to destroy three lives forstories in my head by ~toodepressed2cry
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nothing much but love...