s i x t e e n
oh, I'm just a waste of skin
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I'm sixteen when I fall for another trap because life's not worth anything if there's
not
a boy
but I'm good enough now, right?
No.
She wraps her arms around me and tells me it will be okay. That I can be better, that I can be good enough, that
I can.
I'm sixteen and I believe her, because she believes in me.
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Ana
Short StoryShe was everything. The air I breathed, the oxygen in my veins. Everything that kept me alive. She was me. She was.
