I woke up feeling like the night had been a dream,
Martin had kissed me,
he had kissed a pile of bones,
and he didn't care,
because he was crushing on me,
but I couldn't let myself be convinced,
pretty girls get boyfriends,
and bones aren't pretty.
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desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
