Deadalive
Nobody knew who I really was. It was like I was a whole different person when I went to bed and a whole different person when I was awake. It was something I couldn't control. I was more than dead on the inside but more alive than ever on the outside. I didn't even understand myself sometimes.
Copyright © Ana Jaquelyn | Year Posted 2016
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