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SCARS

  • Kaye Santos
  • Jan 20, 2017
  • 1 min read

Maybe smiles could hide the pain I have. No one even cares. I'm broken and shattered and no one helped me pick up the broken pieces to assemble them again. No one knows how empty and alone I feel every single day. I’m afraid of the eyes that are on me. I’m afraid of the words that people would say about me. Pretending to be happy again, pretending to be happier- that’s who I became. And I hate myself for doing that.

 
 
 

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