[F O U R]
~logan~
Once I was happy, cheerful and jumpy. They told me to stop too many times; I did.
What was the result?
A cold, emotionless and heartless human being everyone hates.
They can’t decide if they like the way I was or the way I am.
They just tell me I’m cold like winter.
YOU ARE READING
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Jugendliteratur❝There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.❞ A collection of short stories.
