hurts to know that whenever I'm crying, or when ever I'm on thin ice, losing myself completely, I have NO ONE to turn to. Because I can't speak to the people who need to hear me. And those who can hear me, don't understand. It hurts to know that now, as I cry, the only person that can hear me is myself. And the only person that can help me is myself. But I can't do that on my own.
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Sweetness is so unreal. Born in Long Beach California. Raised across the coast. Daughter of genocide survivors. Living off independence. Eyes open. Hands partially tied. The wrongs of her right. Her reality in truth. Her dreams of success. A path that she grew. No time to lose. Her yesterday. Tomorrow lies unknown. Fate guides the way. And today is today. Victoria Lovely: no guidance- just instinct. She laughs. She dreams. She loves. She fights. She reads. She writes. This is her story:
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