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Jul 2014
If my soul could be wounded,
I'd have a million scars by now
These are words coming from a recent case of depression. I always tell myself that what other people think of me doesn't matter as long as I know myself and that I'm happy with what I'm doing . . . but I can't help it sometimes. I smile and laugh but I'm not sincere and I'm so sorry for pretending.
Monica Padillo
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   Anjali Mishra
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