When I was in the mental hospital there was a girl there. Brooke. God you were hot, crazy, ghetto, and messy. But I was so attracted to you. Long straight brown hair. Pale skin and freckles. You were a goddess in that hospital.
You were a master as shuffling cards, they'd flow from your hands like magic. I would always get excited from breakfast or free time when I got to see you. We'd gather around the table and play Trash. I don't remember the rules now but I loved the game because of you.
We're still friends on Instagram and my crush is still holding strong.
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I Remember All The Times...
Non-Fictionto everyone that has held my attention and love at least once. these are purely my thoughts , somewhat organized , that swirl throughout my head in the day.
