I become someone different. I become a girl who paints her nails black and drinks her coffee the same way. I become someone who is fearlessly honest and happy. Someone who grins at strangers and dances on the beach at sunset, evoking another smile from the same stranger. I do not recognize the forest fire I become, but savor it all the same.
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PoetryLetters, poems, and other short stories about life, love, being hurt, and basically everything that runs through my (awkward) teenage mind.
