Singing at the top of my lungs will walking home trying to forget all that happened. Yet every time I tried to forget it just pushed the memories forward. Closer to crying each time. "I'm home," I yelled not that anyone cared. Dropping my bag walking to my room. Grabbing my laptop turning on Spotify with the volume fully up.
Laying down as I cry my eyes out. So many years and she finally got to me. When I finally stop crying I go to a mirror. Smiling with my two fingers making it bigger. My dad always said a girl that's quit and smiles is more attractive then a girl that gets into trouble. I laugh, "like that's going to help now."
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What Could Have Been
Teen FictionOnly one thing was keeping Mist at home. But as she slowly loose it, she can't bare to stay. Will she stay or choose to leave her life behind.
