i don't fall apart anymore
when a boy doesn't like me.
i accept it and move on with my life.
i'm growing up.
i think i like that part of it.
7.4.15
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galaxies, love, and other magical things (a recueil de poésie)
Poetrypoetry that falls out of my mind like leaves from trees or music from the fingers of a pianist.
//i'm not as fragile now//
i don't fall apart anymore
when a boy doesn't like me.
i accept it and move on with my life.
i'm growing up.
i think i like that part of it.
7.4.15
