Short sleeve shirts, sorry that's not in my dictionary
Days wear the sweater so soft and cozy isn't there, nope never saw those day
The wind hitting my arms and my legs while I wear shorts and nothing around my arms, never heard of that
Only time I recall of these things is when I wasn't this girl
Back when I would run around smile on my face, and wind hitting my body
Now that wind got stronger and blew me away into thousands of pieces
And now I wear the sweater to shield my body from the harsh winds
Now I don't wear short sleeve shirts without my shield
As I got stuck in this wind storm sharp pieces of glass got stuck in the stormm too
They whirled around me and now I'm left with open cuts and bruises
Now this wind is getting stronger and stronger, as I become weaker, and weaker
Sorry I know it's really bad, but I didn't know how to put all my crazy emotions in this, so it's kinda all over the place. Thanks for 1.71k views though. It means a lot to me❤. I will try to update more often❤
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