Sometimes I wish things were different,
I wish I had darker hair or different eyes, I wish I could laugh and smile and mean it. I wish I didn't hate my self for being me. What happened to the little kid who played all the time? What happened to me that made me, me? I don't know why I'm like this but sometimes I wish things were different.
I wish I was different I wish my mind wasnt a mess and I wasn't sad all the time I wish I was happy again and sometimes
I wish we never met.
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