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Truth.

Wake up. Life isn’t all happiness and positivity. Life isn’t what you want it to be. It’ll never be what you want it to be. It’s a roller coaster, full of ups and downs. 236 more words

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Empty.

I feel empty.

A hollow hole has carved itself into my stomach, and has left me feeling hopeless, alone and wrecked.

I keep telling myself that a smile upon my face will do the trick, or crying and lashing out at those who love me will help me more than anything. 104 more words

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The Storm.

Sometimes, you become a mess. It may be the happiest of days, but you just collapse, and suddenly it’s 3 am and your sobbing but you honestly do not know why. 241 more words

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Suburban Regret.

You are a storm, confined to the pedestals of your predecessors, waiting to burst and throw your anger at every person who enraged you.

You are a mess of stars, beautiful in the chaos of the sky, in the chaos of your seemingly monotonous life. 86 more words

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