he is my
Ronnie, Brazil, 15.
A draft of a girl. I doesn't have a real personality. I live the way the others want to me to be. My mom says that I have a chameleon soul. But it is not a good thing like it sounds in Lana Del Rey's songs. It hurts because I don't know what I am or what I really want to be. It's hard to trust in your feelings when everything you want is let the water drag your body down, so I erased they from my life. I laught, I feel sad. But in the deep end I know that I ain't feeling nothing. Just the emptiness of someone who denied her feelings so much that end up forgeting what life really is. Someone who hurts without guilt the ones that loves her. Maybe that's why it is so easy to change my mind and my ways.
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