The Person
That was me,
That could laugh
And smile,
Without feeling insecure
About his braces.
The one who would want to
Hold on and actually cared about
Things.
The one who could talk without
Worrying what my hair looked
Like while this kid was
Talking to me.
The one who never stayed
Up in his bed
Crying and
Praying
No one sees
Or hears
Or cares.
Looks like I'm the complete opposite, and the other me, that used to exist, is dead
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Bottoming Out
Teen FictionA story about how a boy was after he had his heart broken. And how a Golden girl managed to slip into his mind.
