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I'm in love so much in love with my boyfriend. His sky blue eyes, blond curls and too deep a voice makes my heart constrict in a way unimaginable. When he sings, it's the voice of an angel. I'm an oddball, I don't belong, My head is filled with lyrics and dreams... My fingers constantly draw paintings only clear to me. And every time I strike a chord on my beloved mahogany piano, I lose myself to the sound. My classmates avoid getting too close to me. That's fine, I don't relate with them anyways. Mother is a terrifying universe, so confident reliable and unending. She builds me up and tears me down in the whim of her might. I'm a strange bird she tells me - but in a gentle way. I think it's a good thing. She never compares me with my sister. And I understand why. It would be unfair. But she vows me as often as she can that I am responsible to take care of her when she cannot. I fly high with every stroke of my brush. I dive low into the pits of despair when I look at the world. So much to do... But I believe... I believe with my sixteen year old soul That I will matter Put a mark on the world Become... Sixteen year old me - I love you so much. Thank you
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Zarain
Remember sixteen
I'm in love so much in love with my boyfriend. His sky blue eyes, blond curls and too deep a voice makes my heart constrict in a way unimaginable. When he sings, it's the voice of an angel. I'm an oddball, I don't belong, My head is filled with lyrics and dreams... My fingers constantly draw paintings only clear to me. And every time I strike a chord on my beloved mahogany piano, I lose myself to the sound. My classmates avoid getting too close to me. That's fine, I don't relate with them anyways. Mother is a terrifying universe, so confident reliable and unending. She builds me up and tears me down in the whim of her might. I'm a strange bird she tells me - but in a gentle way. I think it's a good thing. She never compares me with my sister. And I understand why. It would be unfair. But she vows me as often as she can that I am responsible to take care of her when she cannot. I fly high with every stroke of my brush. I dive low into the pits of despair when I look at the world. So much to do... But I believe... I believe with my sixteen year old soul That I will matter Put a mark on the world Become... Sixteen year old me - I love you so much. Thank you
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