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Mar 2016
Some days are good days.
Some days are bad days.
Pain is played in slow motion,
Happiness in Fast forward.
I think about my day every night,
Only to regret all the decisions I made.
During the day I act totally fine,
But on the inside I have break downs
And start dying, with no
Motivation to move on.
Why is it so hard?
To be 'normal' for once
Esther
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Esther  17/F/Earth
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