
i can no longer keep it inside of me. you see.
i’m always on the outside looking in. but i keep it bottled as it’s the only way i feel a part of anything.
it’s mine to keep
and although it makes me weak
it keeps me alive. it makes me feel like i belong. like i’m a part of something. like i’m with them.
but the truth is i’m alone. i’m my greatest company. i’m from far, far away.
a
foreign land
i
do not know
i just keep falling
everything feels so alien. but they all flow smoothly with the water. so, it must be me. fallen from a place they call hell.
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Fallen Alien Girl
Delve into the personal diary of the fallen alien girl.



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