Rose asked me one day what I liked about him. My response was, "His smile his laugh, the way he makes that face when we say boi at the same time(that happens a lot), the fact that the only dance he knows is that stupid hotline bling dance the way he will do crap for me when I feel lazy, the fact that I already catch him staring at me before I stare at him, the way that he walks, the way he'll find a way to sit near me. The fact that he's friends with my best friend, the way he questions everything he's so Instagram, he is himself and not some fake person"
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Teen Years
PoetryThe struggle of a teenager just figuring herself out. It's not a pity story. But a look on how life is impacted on the little things everyday.
