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I fight with all my might, not to burst into tears, and run. I want to get away from this place. That holds the memory of pain, that keeps coming back. I work so hard to keep my mind busy. I keep going on with my life. Nobody knows the sorrow that fills my heart, mind, and soul. I run from everything, and no one sees. My smiles are memories, and the smiles I present now. . . Are only skin deep. I cry for those I lost, those I hardly knew. My great grandpa, my uncle. . . Died when I was young. My uncle's death I was lied about. For years, and years. I now know the truth. My great grandma, died a few years ago. My best friend, just recently.
He was the one I told everything to. The one I went to when my heart was in pain. I never lied to him, I cried in front of him. He never said a word, But him just being there made everything better. I knew he had to go, sometime soon. But 'soon' came too quickly for my liking. The news sent me upstairs clutching a pillow to my chest. So i couldn't hear the sound of my breaking my heart.
