by Unknown Aug 11, 2009
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
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We bleed to know we're alive, we feel pain to know it's real. We love to feel something like nothing else; we remember all things that have been done to us. We break and go to our weakest point and try with all our might to let things go, to prove to ourselves that we can fight anything thrown our way. We lie to others to show them we have done nothing wrong. We speak our mind, but not our heart. |