Chapter 1: Thirteen

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Thirteen

By: Hectic_Writer


They say 13 is the unluckiest number

But I beg to disagree

Because when I was thirteen

I finally became free


When I was 13, I remember my mother always asking,

"Why don't you talk to me anymore?"

But how can I even tell her that,

I wasn't the perfect daughter that she  used to adore


I was always afraid being alone in the dark

Until I turned 13 then I met her

Everything was clearer for me then

Even if it didn't made anything better


It was thirteen when I was finally free

But no not from my parents, the law or my social ties

I was finally free from the internal battle with myself

I accepted who I am-the one with no disguise


Because I was thirteen when I met her

The girl who loves wearing beanies on her head

Who helped me see things in a different perspective

Lend a shoulder in every tear shed


So no, 13 is the luckiest number

Well at least for me, it is

Because man, I was finally happy

I wouldn't trade anything for this



A/N:

WELCOME TO MY BOOK GUYS. FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ANYTHING YOU WANT. JUST PLEASE TRY TO STAY ON TOPIC. 

Shout out to all the members of the LGBTQ + Community , closeted or already out, who also realized that they were *insert your beautiful gender* when they were thirteen. 

Believe me, I really feel you guys. 

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