It's getting cold again like my heart a year ago. That was the hardest thing I've ever gone through. My whole world being destroyed. I was forced, by myself, to appear happy so they wouldn't suspect a thing. Meanwhile on the inside I was breaking more and more each day. I honestly don't know how I got through that, healing along the way. I learned a lot about myself and who I could trust to keep my guts safe after I'd spilled everything in disgust. I dyed my hair five times in the year since my world was rocked. Every single time was because of you. I think I'm okay now.
About the Creator
emily mya
Writing has always been an escape for me. Something I use as therapy. Reading other's words make me feel less alone and part of a community. That is why I write, so other's don't feel alone and know that someone feels the exact same.
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