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Writing about him was the only thing that kept me sane. I turned him into metaphors and called him everything from a drug to a hurricane. Now that I am healed, I see my writing made him look so exotic and special, but he wasn't. He was just a boy, a boy who I thought was way more.
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
Just a Boy
Writing about him was the only thing that kept me sane. I turned him into metaphors and called him everything from a drug to a hurricane. Now that I am healed, I see my writing made him look so exotic and special, but he wasn't. He was just a boy, a boy who I thought was way more.
kayla-hood
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
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