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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