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December 10th, 2012.
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you have left.
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I screamed,
"There is nothing
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thing.”
I wanted to believe
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that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
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has only ever learned
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