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Jun 2016
And again, I'm here, lying...
wanting to die. Thoughts keep on spinning through my head.
Am I not enough? What the **** am I doing here.
Oh well enough said.
I hope someday I can finally find true
happiness.
I'm like a flower, with no petals left.
He loves me , he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me.
Mila Berlioz
Written by
Mila Berlioz  20/F/Honduras
(20/F/Honduras)   
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