here are the things i've never told you,
the ones i tell nobody really
except maybe once when i couldn't take it
i'm happy a lot of the time. i have no idea what i want to be when i grow up. i'm not sure. he's been abusive before, just not to me. i've never been kissed. i like pointe even though i don't like ballet. i'm scared to tell you all this. i'm terrified. sometimes thinking about certain people makes me feel sick. or it makes me dance. i'd like to write a book of poetry someday. i want you to tell me it's all going to be okay. i want to tell you it's all going to be okay.
if i wrote a book of poems, it would be called "the second person (i ever loved that way)"
please don't judge me.
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