Silence
What am I supposed to do when I’m all alone and dead inside? No one understands and no one sees.
My blood, my veins, my heart, and my skin, torn to pieces but could never be put back because the pieces aren’t even.
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What am I supposed to do when I’m all alone and dead inside? No one understands and no one sees.
My blood, my veins, my heart, and my skin, torn to pieces but could never be put back because the pieces aren’t even.
TheIdleReader: I really enjoyed this story. I felt the author did a wonderful job depicting the feelings of a young girl, unfortunately mistaking abuse for love. I do wish it was longer but maybe this was the perfect length for such a story. It leaves you with just a close enough glimpse of Jo's life, without o...