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I’m scared to speak out. Scared to be seen...as weak. That’s not me. I’m put together. Born to be super. But I’m not. I get tired. I break. I’m not invincible. And most of all. I’m not perfect. Writing is my escape. It’s where i speak loudest. I just wish I was heard.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Help me
I’m scared to speak out. Scared to be seen...as weak. That’s not me. I’m put together. Born to be super. But I’m not. I get tired. I break. I’m not invincible. And most of all. I’m not perfect. Writing is my escape. It’s where i speak loudest. I just wish I was heard.
#help#hearme#saveme
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mary-rush
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
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