I have a bracelet made of black leather and a metal ring.
I've had it for two years.
I remember the day I first decided to wear it,
and I never took it off.

That bracelet became a part of me as I went through
family troubles and loneliness and the fact that
my friends were never my best friends.
But I will never forget my bracelet that stuck with me,
regardless of the circumstance.

It has been two years, and my bracelet is frayed
and tattered, but that metal ring still holds both ends together.

That metal ring, able to cope with all of that time,
held together probably one of the only things that
truly gave me character.

It wasn't about how that bracelet looked on me,
but rather what it resembled.

The black leather can no longer stay together,
and one day...

It fell off my wrist.

I will never be able to wear that perfect bracelet

ever

again.