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Everyday, we're influenced from the media- from our peers- from everything around us. Well, though my identity may look like it changes from day to day; underneath it all, this blog shows i'm always, Aliella.. x♥x
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She lifts her face to the spackled ceiling, and purses her lips- before opening them in a wide "O".
Her head is swimming with thoughts- anger rising in her chest, swelling like a massive tidal wave before it pours out.
She screams as loud as physically possible. She doesn't care who hears her, or what anybody thinks. Her soul's opened, and a voice inside her sings out stress in breathy whispers.
She's furious.
Furious with herself. Furious with her friends. Furious with people she hasn't spoken more than 5 words to lately. 
She's mad that jealousy has taken hold of a corner of her heart. And it won't let loose. clinging and clinging to her diminishing emotions.


She shrieks a blood-curdling, parting sound. Her throat is hoarse. Her neck pained. 
Her knees collapse under her, and she falls to the ground sobbing. Praying that she overcomes these pent up feelings. Praying that all that rests inside her, floats away.. 
just, praying.

x♥x
-av.. 
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