You look at me like I'm too young,
You say I'm naive.
But if you really took a moment
To truly look at me,
You would notice that you are sadly mistaken.
You make it impossible to be free.
You are what is slowly killing me.
Let me go.
Do treat me like I don't know.
I know.
I just hope you do too.
Because I love you,
But you don't see me the way I need.
I'm not your release.
Release me, please?
-Nikki-
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Be You- Short Stories
Короткий рассказShort stories and poems combined into one book. Contact me to get yours added in, or just sit back, relax, and enjoy these exciting stories. ;P
