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May 10
Im a daughters who never
Says anything to her family.

Who is never asked whether my heart isΒ Β okay or not.

Even tho i want to tell everyone many things abt my hard days and still there are many things in my heart.

I heal my own wounds, I fight my insomnia, every night is filled with taers and overthinking.

But when the morning comes,
I fake my smile and laughter :/
Charmour
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Charmour  14/F/Chd
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