Why am I writting this?Saying private things it´s so un-english,It´s supossed to be,I´m brazilian.And in two weeks carnaval will come.And everytime carnaval it´s near all this comes to my head.I´m just someone who got hurt inside.And survived.These kind of wounds aren´t the kind that just a band aid will heal them.It took years of enduring,silence and medication.
Today,I think I´m kindda celebrating this,because,I think,It all has come to an end,for once and for all.
I´m not Joana anymore,I became a wall of iron,I can take anything,and survive!

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