VIII.weak

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So tired. A lump forms in her throat as she cries.
Her hands and body shakes as she continues to cry.

Yet laughing is in the air.

Dry tears cover the girl cheeks.

She couldn't.

She couldn't.

Before she talked to her friend about it.

She tried to think about her close family.

So WEAK.

She couldn't cry
Scream
Anything in that natural.

She has given up.


No one cares how hard you work.

No one cares how you feel.



Her heart thumps in her ears as she takes the pills.












Now she doesn't care.


Shallow the pills , she sighs.



This is what she wanted.


only if she wasn't weak.

The Broken TruthOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora