My name is Rozlyn. This is how I began to understand who I was and yet how I died.
I did dumb things. An i did good.
I would do so much good hoping it would make up for all my bad.
Never was I right.
When I was 15, I had a silent addiction...slitting my wrist. I can't help but feel pain anymore.
I watch people be killed. And sometimes I do it myself.
I always wonder how I still have a boyfriend. Not friends.
I miss the old me.
Now I feel like I'm crazy.
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Safe And Sound
Teen Fiction"Mistaken Misplaced Misunderstood Mis No it's all good it didn't slow me down." -pink How can someone put on a smile but yet still cover their scars of pains?
