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Oct 2013
I looked at her sleeping ,
with her makeup smudged from crying and hair a mess.
She looked tired.
Tired of the the fake smiles and ugly lies.
Tired of pretending to be happy.
And in that moment I thought about how
happy she was as a child for no reason,
and how simple things were back then.
And now she's slowly disappearing, and I'm
just sitting there, watching it all happen,
knowing I can't do anything about it.
...And thats when I knew that I would love her
more than she would ever love me,
simply because she had nothing left
inside of her anymore.- kh
kelsea
Written by
kelsea  California
(California)   
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