Day twenty-seven
Dear Patrick,
I've been screaming while I put some rock music on.
People in the house think I'm just singing along,
But I'm not.
I've been screaming my anger out,
Until I almost cut my chords off.
I wish I did, cut them off,
So I wouldn't spill anything that I feel to anyone
Because no one cares
And will just think that I am are
An attention seeker.
A.
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Riptide
Teen FictionYou couldn't understand, even if you tried, the reason that she cries at night, the reason she tries to hide. Don't try to come close, she'll just push you away, there's something that you don't know, words she couldn't say. She tries with all her...
