I'm the girl who stays up till 5 in the morning. Over thinking everything i possibly can.
I'm the girl who leaves the ashtray overflowing with cigarettes to remind myself of the poison I've ingested.
I'm the girl who wants nothing more than a fairytale but cant get past the villain of the story.
I'm the girl who tends to think too little of what she deserves yet can't help but know how much she truly deserves.
I'm the girl who is stuck in a life of constant contradiction.
A girl who wishes someone would notice she almost drowns everyday but she fights through, continues to tread the water despite the urge of her body telling her it cant go on.
A girl who will continue to tread until she has someone holding a life raft not trying to save her but letting her know when she starts to sink they are there to keep her afloat.
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