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Jun 2014
Sometimes my brain is the most incredible thing
I breeze through classes at school
Excel in math and language
(An everything else, really)
But then it gives me flashbacks
And nightmares
And that one dream
That one girl
That one time
My parents don't know because I don't tell them
But these things happen
And I'm fighting myself
How does that even happen?
Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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