the miserable life of a miserable teenager

“changed”



What did you expect? It’s what we do. Changed my hair.

Changed my clothes.

Changed my mood.

But I didn’t change, right?

If only they were willing to get to know me.

But why would they?

Looking like I do.

Talking like I do.

Acting like I do.

Maybe I did change, This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

But I didn’t choose to.

You changed me.


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