a collection of poems, thoughts, and other stuff from my childhood. some present. some past.

BRUISED | ❝stay soft, eds. it looks beautiful on you.❞ It's 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others. ©angeIbug [ HIGHEST RANK ; #14 in Reddie ] [ I also just want to say rn that this fic is quite cringeworthy at times and there are mistakes!!!! But thankyou for your continuous support on this book:) ]