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Oct 2017
This box is very fragile, it is made up of a past life with very delicate memories. Where there was not a care in the world, where you don't have to hesitate to tell someone something and not ask yourself if they will turn their backs to you, leaving you drowning in pain and regret for thinking you could trust them. Where you can actually be happy, you can smile, laugh and be silly. Not exaust yourself by faking a smile and forcing yourself to keep your shell up, to not let anyone in. But where you can grow up with friends and not worry about waking up to a new school. Where you would have to meet new people, make friends then leave all over again. To just grow up like. Unfortunately It
                                       was dropped
What was in it again?
I wrote this when I was 14 when I had to move schools and cities leaving everything I ever knew behind. I love my life as it is rn I would never take my other life back.
Lexi
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Lexi  23/F/Mordor
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