I don't know what I had did wrongly. I don't know why people will treat me as a freak. I'm quiet doesn't mean that I'm unfriendly.
I'm tired being myself. Is it my fault for being too myself? Or is it I should be fake around and lost my identity? I really don't know what should I do. Seems like whatever I did, it was my fault. For every single words I spoke, it seems to be my fault as well. I rather be quiet and keep everyhting to myself.
I fought hard to save myself from others. I'm really tired fighting around when I was told that I'm fighting with myself.
Sometimes I cry. I cry for no reason. I cry just to release my stress. But for most, I cry because I hurt. How deep my heart had been broken? My heart broken from pieces to pieces. I wonder, is there any way to reassemble it?
I'm tired being myself. Is it my fault for being too myself? Or is it I should be fake around and lost my identity? I really don't know what should I do. Seems like whatever I did, it was my fault. For every single words I spoke, it seems to be my fault as well. I rather be quiet and keep everyhting to myself.
I fought hard to save myself from others. I'm really tired fighting around when I was told that I'm fighting with myself.
Sometimes I cry. I cry for no reason. I cry just to release my stress. But for most, I cry because I hurt. How deep my heart had been broken? My heart broken from pieces to pieces. I wonder, is there any way to reassemble it?
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