I love that my mind thinks that my life could be a fairytale
Like I could have a happy ending
Have the love of my life by my side now
I'm not depressed but happy
Have no scars but have smooth skin
But yet I don't
I'm not happy
I'm falling deeper into depression
The one I loved used me just so he can fulfill his sexual needs
And I have scars and I have fresh wounds
On my skin
On my heart
On my life
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My Journal
RandomWelcome to my mind and every day worries. Wont be much. Just little things showing my emotions. Don't expect to much juicy information.
