I will never get over my insecurities, the problem I know is holding me down, the pains I was made to bare which left scars, permanent scars. Both physically and mentally. I don't seem to lay hands on the good souvenirs I had, maybe one time when Mason had to toss me very high and I wanted to scream and giggle but couldn't cause my throat hurts as it was still healing and for fear to attract my abductors. And maybe the time Gloria had lean close to peck me on the cheek.
I can't hold on to that forever, my bad memories have an edge over my good ones, I've been hurt than loved and it tears me slowly every day unconsciously. All I can do is keep it all to myself and mask the hurt while building a solid iron wall around the last piece that remains of my heart since I started feeling I had onl
