Yesterday I had thrown away a boy who would move mountains for me. A boy who listened to me with his whole self but got distracted because he claimed he was enchanted by my beauty. He was the boy who never said he loved me because the irony is that I hate that word. Regardless […]
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Two Sides of a Non-Schizophrenic Ordinary Teenager
Sometimes I will wonder if I am the way I am because it is who I truly am as a person or if it is just the cycle that every typical teenager goes through. I will probably never know the answer to this question until I am 80 years old and dying. But even then […]
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