So many people around you, you feel you are special? So much attention, so much compliments. Who are you? What are you? When you go back in that dark room why do you wake up at 2 a.m thinking about people who left you? Why do you stalk, why do you ? Are you too young to think of all this. Too young to count people who listened to your sob stories, told you they would be there and gave you another sob story. You call so many people everyday, talk about the world, the mountains, the seas and the

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Dreams

Every night u write I write something personal each day in my diary, yet so relatable to a lot of people

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