Follow me, into nowhere

4 ago. 2011

Nobody knowa the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobosy knows how many times I've had to hold back the tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughths that go through my head whenever I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me.

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