May first, 2015
I know what its like
To crash
To burn
To bleed
Not wanting to hold on
But I did
And when I say
You can try to be happy
And of you try
You will succeed
I know you will
Because if they say
Being you isn't enough
And they want better
Tell them to stuff it
Because who you are is
Beautiful
And trying to be them is
Horrible
So find the calm in your storm.
Hold onto your ship
For the ride will be a bit
Bumpy
Until you find the
Calm
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RandomBack from the dead, I resurrect this whatever. Follow me through my years in middle school and the beginnings of high school. Catch me now, freshly graduated, screaming at my younger self. Welcome to the disaster. The only things I have altered from...
