i hope my little self is proud, the younger self of me which was careless never thought about the future or about the next exam, only about how to wiggle out of getting my 3rd strike for not doing my homework. I know they would love the person i am around others, they would be happy that i finally found friends who are loyal to me, friends which accept me the way i am. I bet my younger self would be happy for the relationship i built with my cousins, that me and noah are no longer fighting, that me and yannik aren’t fighting anymore. They would be proud of the person i became over the years, how much i’ve grown and that even with all the obstacles i had to face so far that i am still here and myself, finally being myself and that unapologetically.
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PoetryThings, I wrote while having a crisis for whatever reason, I write rather than tell people cause it's easier. And just random things, like dreams creative dumps, and one-shots I don't want to create an extra book for. read if you like. Feel free to...
