She hated how she liked every guys saw,
she hated how tipsy she got after drinking nothing but sparkling apple cider
she hated how out of nowhere all of her walls and boundaries came down,
she hated how scared and alone she felt,
and how fricken vulnerable she was,
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Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
