You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, not what I've been through.
Deadly
What is more deadly a gun or a thought?
A gun gives you the opportunity but a thought pulls the trigger.
I'm that kind of girl...
The girl that believes that what comes around goes around. The one that hopes for a better day. The one that won't give up on you. She's the girl that's unlike the rest. The one that spend her days smiling, and her nights crying. She's the girl that would love to be loved. The one that looks so damm strong, but feels so weak. She's the girl that picks herself up every time she falls.
I've learned that everyone can seem beautiful, if they show you who they really are. I've learned that the happiest looking people are sometimes the saddest. I've learned that everyone doubts themselves, no matter how confident thay pretend to be. Most of all, I've learned that sometimes strangers who live thousands of miles away can bebetter friends than the ones living next door.
You can't keep pushing people away because you want to see if they'll stay. Eventually, they'll just want you to believe that they'll still be there in the morning. They get tired of having to convince you to stay with them. Let your wall down once in a while; someone will stay. The ones who don't, don't deserve you.
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