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Jun 2017
I know I'm safe, but I wish I felt it.
I feel like I'm lost.
Drowning.
Sinking to the bottom of the lake
But everyone assumes I'm fine because there's a smile on my face.
I convince myself to stay quiet.
I don't want to be a bother.
Is it too much to wish someone would see it without me saying anything?
But they won't.
The one thing I'm good at is faking it.
From my journal.
Emilee Ayers
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