My confessions:
I regret.
I hate.
I love.
I give.
I hurt.
I care.
Yet everyone who thinks they know me, get it all wrong, they think I'm just another
mean girl, but thats all the outer shell, it's exactly who I allow you to see. Why trust
other people when they let me down more than not. No one is the person who we
perceive them as. The only person who knows we hide it are the people who stick
around long enough to find out. The ones who love you. And if not that person
the person staring back at you in a mirror knows you.
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