Let's go back to last week and relive it again.
One of my most favorite days in history.
That's when I was loved and hated.
That's when I didn't care
because I had him on the line
and you waiting patiently in front of me.
That's when I felt human,
not like an animal trapped.
That's when I felt I had a good soul,
and held fire in my hands.
That's when we were blasted with words,
too loud to understand and too big to grasp
with our young hearts <3.
But we sang anyway.
That's when you hugged me
and we exchanged smiles and numbers.
That's when the lies didn't bother me,
when we were just there,
existing, albeit pretending.
It was living.
And I wonder what you all would do...
What if I told you I'm not like the others?
A part of you can't seem to accept it.














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