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i believe that everything is interconnected.

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i believe that everything is interconnected.

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everyone you met, every decision you made, every route you thing, everything everything, i believe happens for a reasons. be it to shape you to be who you are or be it for happiness.

it all happens for a reason.

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they wants me to shut up, they wants me to stop being so annoying.

they want me gone.

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whoever she is, i’ll just be larissa. i used to be the person who would just change for whoever, not anymore; i’m tired, for changing, for adapting, being fake for someone else;

i’m just a weird, retarded, sentimental person, who has learnt that things happens for a reason;

who’s bruised, fragile, has been broken; whose an easily triggered bomb and usually very high and forgets that she need to be normal,

a bitch, a mess, a loud mouth, curse like nobody’s business but hate people calling others cunt, annoyed at people who demoralise others and makes them feel like shit,

over-thinker, dreamer, worrier, bad at grammar and a lot more flaws but that’s me.

it’s just whether or not you are able to accept larissa for who she is;

and if you can’t, it’s okay; thank you for everything, all the best and goodbye; you know your way out of my life.

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hard on the outside,
soft on the inside.

or some would say
i'm bruised

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i love the feeling of being free. but im often held back by my fears and anxiety.

i have a lot of fear, a lot of anxiety, overthinks like mad and goes crazy, never medically diagnosed with it but; this feeling is horrible. it hurts and it breaks.

the crazy heartbeats increasing, feeling breathless, trembling and shaken, the felling that the world is closing in on you, the feeling that you the only one left, the scream inside your throat that no one can hear, the coldness surrounding you and the uncertain feeling, it feeling is stopping you from doing everything, anything. the voice telling you, you can't make it because
you are you.

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quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a

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quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a

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“When one doesn’t have the things that one loves, one must love what one has.” which is to say that you must be content with what you currently hold, however little it may be.

be grateful.

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at first glance I believe many of people will be intimated by me. being someone who is extra loud and seems crazy intimates people. they do not dare to come near me or close to me because what they thought they see or hear but;

little do they know.

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my passion,
my failure,
my spark,
my life.

i gave up on dance  eventually, due to time, due to fear, due to peoples judgements, because of the lack of strength and

never being good enough.

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all the colours and positivity, but believe me, it never came easy. im fraglie and easily broken, i have been broken before, that how i learn to love myself because at the end of the day, you are you and you need to be accept yourself for it. if not who can love you for you?

i'm fragile and hurt.