I hate being so young.
I hate having feelings.
I hate that I'm sensitive and insecure.
I hate that I can't just let things be as they are.
I hate...
I just need to rant.
"So, my little Amélie, your bones aren't made of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance go by, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go ahead, dammit!"
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- Liz
- 21 Minneapolis, MN
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