I can't talk to my friends.
I don't know how to do it.
My secrets are not the worst in the world... but they are the worst for me.
How can I say somethings to some person and look at her/his eyes in the next day.
If you can not to solve your problems, complaining is not help!
I just need to talk to the wind... and my problems will fly away...
I need to tell to someone who will forget everything seconds after our chat.
I need to be another person to show my soul freely.
Here I'm not myself and I can talk to you.
You are my best friend right now.
Please, wipe my tears...
Butterflies also cry.
My name is Sarah B. - I write the blog: "Butterflies also cry"
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