Who I see is someone scared to love, have sex, and be involved with a bad relationship.
What I notice is unhappy... with a fake smile.
I laugh and I also smile and I daydream about being myself with others.
I am scared. Most of my time, when I am alone, I visualize myself being someplace where I can breathe and let my walls down.
I believe in my faith.
And I hope my mom will help me out. I miss her.
But I believe she is still with me, helping me out when I need her most.
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