This world is cruel. we should know this the second we enter it. But instead, we pretend that it's normal. That the stereotypes and expectations are normal, that we are supposed to just accept that if you're not perfect you don't belong. I made the mistake of believing that and so did many others. But their stories are for another day. Mine is for now.
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That boy who gives me butterflies in my stomach. That boy who used to make me smile. That boy I used to lay my head upon. That boy I'm dreaming of. That boy who meant so much to me. That boy is my world. That boy is not mine.