I looked at myself, I was so different, but for some reason, I felt more like myself than ever.
Bread, I was living the dream
I was doing what I'd wanted to do since the first time I ate bread
Was this really me?
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toast day
Teen Fictionyo squad fam squad author here, like three years later, this was written at a dark time during my life ( I had just started going through puberty) so be warned, its very um.... ive edited it down so just remember, the original was somehow much dirti...
