Lies
Make my lies come true so I can believe that something good can exist.
Sadness does not fit in the chest, melancholy does not fit in the heart.
A curious person who has bad times and regrets trying something new.
A person who has practically been sexually abused and can not speak openly but needs help, still be alone and can not have someone to share and be well.
The sadness and the melancholy made dwelling in the heart, the tears do not stop to wet my face.
Sex does not make sense to me, I do not like it, I never liked it and I do not intend to repeat it.
I feel like giving up my life and running away, but I can not.
Sadness does not fit in the chest, melancholy does not fit in the heart.
A curious person who has bad times and regrets trying something new.
A person who has practically been sexually abused and can not speak openly but needs help, still be alone and can not have someone to share and be well.
The sadness and the melancholy made dwelling in the heart, the tears do not stop to wet my face.
Sex does not make sense to me, I do not like it, I never liked it and I do not intend to repeat it.
I feel like giving up my life and running away, but I can not.
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