wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky.
then it starts to rain, my defences hit the groud, they shatter all around.
i found strenght in the struggle, face to face with my trouble
when you're broken in a million little pieces and you're trying, but you can't hold on anymore.
every tear falls down for a reason, don't you stop believing in yourself.
Jillian; dreamer, insecure, tries to understand the world, could belong to the
night, wants to be skinny, a little crazy, cuddle-lover, not afraid of
death but afraid of an unlived life, likes coffee and cigarettes,
addicted to water, diet coke & chewing gum, won't live without music, loves to party, can get lost in her own mind, outsider, likes to be different from everyone else.
Ik log prive.
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