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Dust

Im feeling like im falling apart,
even more in half. Broken in thousends of pieces transforming into dust.. spread out over the entire world; unwanted and unpleasant by others.
Im feeling alone, all alone.. like i'm not been seen, even when im standing in front of you. Just being that little quiet girl, that girl that i always have been.
Im feeling stuck, stuck
in my heart, stuck in my head.
Stuck by the mean words that have been said. All I wantend was to be
noticed. Noticed by the persons whom
said that they loved me.. but how could they say that to me when they dont even saw the real me?

17 jan 2017 - 269x gelezen
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Princessa
Vrouw, 24 jaar
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17 jan 2017 21:37 Dust
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